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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆

summary ─ after a busy day what would you do other than having a couple drinks? ah, yes, you’d agree to spend a night with one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen and whom you only know his name. perfect, wasn’t it?

pairing ─ stepdad!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, heavy age gap (reader is in her early 20s, bucky is in mid 40s), dom!bucky (light), kissing, oral sex, fingering, one night stand, dirty talk, pet names, cheating/infidelity

a/n ─ hello :D hope y’all like it sdgfsdjshd please leave a comment if you do! thank you so much!!! <33

It was a Friday, and you left school an hour ago only to perch yourself on top of a stool at a bar, asking for a glass of whiskey. It was a particularly intense day; professors demanding a lot shit from you and telling you to get them done if you wanted your master’s, you were going insane slowly, you thought. Sometimes you regretted your choice to get your master’s, but it was what you wanted, so you were grinding as hard as you could.

Sighing, you thanked the bartender when he placed your drink in front of you. The guy smiled at you and walked towards another customer. You took a sip, relishing the burn of the delicious drink, you hummed. It was funny how a sip of a drink that burned your throat while going down could make you feel relaxed already.

“Hello.”

You opened your eyes and swallowed the rest the drink you’ve been keeping in your mouth. Putting the glass where the bartender placed in front of you, you turned to the source of the voice. The voice had belonged to a very handsome guy. He had a navy blue suit on him with first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone, no tie. He had blue-gray and beautiful eyes; his hair had whites and grays peppered in it just like his faint stubble. He must be in his forties, you thought as a smile spread over your lips. His lips mimicked yours as he, too, smiled at you.

“Hi,” you murmured. The guy’s smile widen just a little. He placed his empty glass on the counter and signaled another one.

“May I join you?” He asked. His voice was smooth, had right amount of deepness in it. He would sound great if he were to read stories at a radio station, you thought and frowned slightly. That was a weird thought.

“Um, sure,” you said, shuffling on your seat. “Of course.” The guy sent you another blinding smile, and you had to ignore the back flip your stomach did. He gracefully slid into the stool right next to yours and extended his hand.

“James,” he introduced himself. Feeling your face heating up under his intense gaze, you held his hand, shaking slightly.

“Y/N,” you said, and James hummed. The bartender gave James his drink, thanking the guy when he tipped him. “What made you want to join me?” You asked without missing a beat. James chuckled softly into his drink.

“You looked tired, maybe a little desperate for something different,” he murmured. His voice was so soft, you could fall asleep if he were to talk to you like that at a place where there was no one but you two. Oh. “I also wanted to come up to you and see if I could get you to agree to spend a night with me.”

You barely managed not to choke on the sip you took. “Spend a night with you?” You asked, eyebrows raised and you had a surprised look on your face. James nodded.

“That is if you want to, of course, I’m not here to push you into something you don’t want to,” James said, sipping his own drink. “Honestly, I need something more relaxing than a drink.”

You frowned slightly. You agreed on that because, yes, you needed something more relaxing than this damn drink in your hand. Your body had been tight and tensed as hell for a while now, and one of the most handsome guys you’ve ever seen was offering you to spend a night with him. It surely felt too good to be true. You were going to take it, though, just in case if you woke up or something. At least, you’d have one hell of a sex dream.

“Alright,” you said, “Okay, I’ll spend a night with you.” You nodded and finished your drink. “You better make me come, though,” you added. The chuckle you received was dark and filled with promise. You were loving this already.

“Don’t worry, honey,” James says with a dark tone. The intensity in his gaze increased, and you shivered. “I’ll make you body sing.”

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A loud moan echoed in the fancy hotel room, and your back arched into James’ mouth around your nipple. His tongue was wet and hot and teasing your nipple in a way that you’ve never experienced─

“Ah, fuck!” Crying out, you gasped when his teeth grazed the sensitive and swollen flesh in his mouth. His fingers were assaulting your pussy and your clit; you felt your body vibrating violently. Swallowing your spit before it threatened you to choke, you widened the stance of your legs in a way of begging him to move onto the next step.

James chuckled.

“No,” he said simply, pulling off your breast. You panted. Your clothes were ground, discarded carelessly, while James was still in his suit, only his jacket was off and hanging on the corner of an armchair. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows; he was letting you see the tattoos he had on his forearms.

“Please,” you whine when his thumb started its ministrations on your clit. “God, please, James, please!” Your back arched against the ceiling when you felt his tongue joining his fingers in your pussy. This time choking on your spit, your mouth opened for a silent scream.

“Taste so damn good,” James murmured against your pussy, his voice sending vibrations that had you bucking against his face. James fidgeted in his place, rubbing his hard dick on the bed, he groaned. “Touch yourself,” he ordered as he straightened. You bit your lip and complied. Your fingers found your throbbing clit and you started to rub it slowly. Moaning, your head fell back and your eyes closed. Your fingers were rubbing your clit fast, now. Your other hand’s fingers were playing with your nipple that James didn’t get a chance to put his mouth on.

“Fuck,” James whispered at the sight before him and fumbled with his suit pants. His belt came off easily and he quickly undone the button, pulled down the zipper and got rid of both his pants and boxers in one go. Taking his shoes off in the meantime, he pulled his shirt off, too. He grabbed his wallet, fished out a condom and hastily put it on. Usually, he would be calm and collected at these kinds of things, but something about you made him feral.

Climbing on the bed, James found his spot between your spread legs. Your fingers were inches away from his hard cock, playing with your wet as fuck pussy. James rumbled a groan deep in his chest as he hastily flicked your fingers away and replaced them with his own. His calloused fingers collected your juices, spread them all over the tender flesh of your pussy and his thumb pressed down on your clit, feeling it throb slightly.

You cried out in pleasure. You were so close, so damn close, you just wanted to come. Your body was taut with how close your orgasm were to take over your body, and James chuckled. He knew exactly how you feel, could feel it with the tips of his fingers.

“D’you wanna come, baby?” He hummed, his huge body was leaning over yours; caging and covering and clouding your senses perfectly. You whimpered as you nodded vigorously. “Come then,” James commanded. “Come now, and I’ll make you come twice more before we call it a night. Then, I’ll fuck you in the morning and give you two more, hm? Whaddaya say?”

Your whimpers turned into gasps. Your legs were quivering on both sides of James, and you felt your eyes rolling backwards as your back arched and you came on James’ fingers. You could hear James growling and murmuring approving praises here and there, but he sounded like he was far away. Your ears were howling, your body felt tingly all over and your mind was drifting totally different place; you knew it.

Smiling dopily, you made grabby hands towards James. He chuckled lightly as he dropped almost all of his body bulk over yours and pressed kisses all over your neck and face. You hummed happily.

“In me,” you whined. “You promised me more orgasms, in me.”

James groaned and nicked your neck. Without saying anything, he grabbed his hard cock and ran it through your folds once and twice and third time until he had you whimpering beneath him. Then, he braced himself on the headboard, his cock slipping in your slick heat; James threw his head back to moan loudly.

“Oh, sugar, fuck,” James whispered raggedly. “Your lil’ kitty squeezing the life outta me, shit.” You hummed again as you tightened around him intentionally. James gasped; losing the hold he had on the headboard, he fell onto elbows. He panted into your neck for a couple seconds before he started to move. He fidgeted on his knees, getting his thighs against yours more, he bent your legs towards your chest with his body. You looked small under him in that position. You felt small and you loved it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in. As soon as James’ lips found yours, you let out a small moan which he swallowed happily. His hips were moving, slow and sensual movements first, stroking your walls all deep and beautifully.

He wanted to fuck you like this: deep and slow thrusts, stealing all the breathy little noises you make whenever he grazed some place sensitive in you while being this close.

He was too keyed up for that, though.

Snarling, James’ hips quickened the pace. His heavy and full balls were hitting your now-wet flesh, making obscene sounds as he slammed into you, you moaned. His cock was big: the length was just a little bit above-average but the girth he had─ whew. He was filling you so good was what you focused on at the end.

“Oh, shit,” you gasped, “James, holy shit, James!” Your body shook with the force of his thrusts. His hips were slamming against yours almost painfully, but the pleasure his cock was giving you clouded the pain away.

“Yeah,” he moaned with a raspy voice. “Yeah, princess, gimme, c’mon.” His hot breath was washing over the sensitive skin of your neck, his stubble was rubbing against the same skin and his lips were closed around your earlobe. You whimpered as you tossed your head back. You could feel his orgasm creeping closer by the twitch of his cock in you and the tightening of his abs against your belly. You wanted him to come so hard that it’d make him lose it. Moaning at the thought, you grabbed him even tighter, pulled him closer and you dug your nails on his muscled back.

“Unnh,” you gasped and moaned and whimpered at the same time. “Come in me,” You begged. “God, fuck, come in me, please!”

You heard him snarl first and then, a growl made its way out of his chest. His hands grabbed your thighs and bent them even more against your chest. The pistoning motions of his hips got delirious, faster, quicker─ desperate. Biting your lip, your dragged your nails down, leaving angry red lines on his meaty back and whimpered once again.

“Please,” you begged. You knew he was right there, and you weren’t far from where he was. “I wan’it. Please, come in me, please─”

With a loud gasp, James came. His cock twitched in you madly, his thighs squeezed around your hips and his balls jerked. The twitch of his cock and tightened grasp of his hands pushed you over the edge for a second time that night, and you cried out, burying the noise in James’ skin by biting him on the shoulder, hard.

It took both of you some time to come down from your mind-blowing orgasms. It took you a little longer to re-gain the muscle feeling of your body although you still felt tingly and blissed the fuck out.

“Holy shit,” you whispered. You heard him chuckle.

“Holy shit, indeed,” he agreed with amusement present in his voice. He sat up and disposed the condom, ditching it into the trash. You lay on the bed, senseless, and listened to him going around in the bathroom. A minute later he came out with a wet cloth on his hand, helping you clean up roughly.

“Thanks,” you murmured, shying away from him all of a sudden. James smiled. He really was the most handsome and pretty guy you’ve ever seen. He winked at you cheekily, leaning over for a kiss.

“Wanna join me in the shower? I was thinking we could order some room service and get some of the calories we lost in the past hour.” You chuckled, already getting up. James held out his hand, and you grabbed it, smiling at him.

“Sure, why not?” You agreed.

Later, you realized that you would agree to almost anything when it came to James.

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Two Weeks Later

You sighed as you collected your papers on the kitchen table where you’ve been abusing yourself to study for the past two hours. Your brain was refusing to focus on the papers, focus on studying, and kept reminding you of that guy from the bar. The guy who fucked you senseless, ripped two orgasms in one round only and then pulled four more; two in round two and two more in the morning just like he promised he would. You had spent such a nice time with him and have been secretly hoping that you’d see him again, so you kept going to the bar.

He never showed up.

Although you tried not to let it get you too much, you couldn’t help but feel a sting on your chest. You wanted to see him again, wanted to spend time with him. You knew that even only talking with him would make you feel better, you didn’t need to have sex, but he never showed up.

So, you tried to move on, to forget him, but it seemed a bit impossible since your brain kept reminding how amazing that one night you spent with him once in every two hours.

Sighing once again, you stood from the table with your papers and folder in your hand. Your mother said that she was going to have a guest joining you tonight, for a dinner. It was almost 7PM now, your mother and her guest would be at home in ten minutes, you thought.

The food was ready, your mother cooked it last night and you helped with the dessert. You hoped the guest liked cherry since you made a cherry pie. The house was clean; you made sure that everything was normal and there was nothing they shouldn’t have seen around.

After changing into a nice, maroon colored, long-sleeved dress from your sweatpants and t-shirt you moved back into the kitchen. You were in the middle of getting the table ready when you heard your mother talking in the doorway.

“She must be home,” your mother was saying and you smiled as you made your way to the door and open it before she could ring the bell. “Ah! There she is! Hello, sweetie!” She quickly pulled you into a hug and gave you kisses. You kept the door open as she walked inside and invited her guest inside. “Come on! Don’t be shy. I promise she won’t bite.” Your mother chuckled as you rolled your eyes at her joke. You would bite if it was necessary, you wanted to say but kept it to yourself.

You heard a familiar chuckle at first and then, he walked inside.

James.

Oh, shit, you thought as you felt your stomach doing flips in your body.

“Hello,” he said quietly. His beautiful blue-gray eyes were carrying a mischievous glint in them as he smiled shyly at you. “I’m James, but everyone who’s close to me calls me Bucky.” He extended his hand out to you, and you took it, surprised.

“Y/N,” you murmured. You could see your mother smiling happily at you two.

“Ah, Y/N,” she said, “I wish I told you this earlier, but I didn’t know we would take this way, it happened rather quickly,” she continued. “We’ve been seeing each other for a while, now, and… Bucky just… asked.” You frowned as you pulled your hand free from his grasp.

“What do you mean he just asked? Asked what?” Your mother’s smile turned a bit dopey as she held James’ hand.

“Y/N, my sweet babygirl, I want you to meet my fiancé, James Barnes.”

Fiancé.

You fucked your soon-to-be-stepfather two weeks ago.

Fuck.

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liitlesunshiine · 3 years

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High on the clock

Quirkless AU - Toya Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, drug use, anxiety, panic attack mention, suggestive themes, slight sexual themes

A fun light hearted fic. Definitely enjoyed writing this piece so I hope you guys enjoy reading it. ^.^ It’s flirty n cute n Toya is a total bae. <3

You and Toya are coworkers who try making the most out of your shitty job.

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“Goddd this place fuckin blows.” You groaned in frustration sitting across Toya.

“As if I didn’t know that already,” he sleeplishly replied.

You never intended on working in this shit show of a store for as long as you have but yet, here you were two wasted years later. You had high hopes after graduation but it seems no job wants to hire someone with no experience and you can’t get any experience since you can’t get an actual job that’ll provide it. So it’s forced you in this sort of awkward limbo and vicious cycle of going back and forth. You’ve been stuck wearing this shitty bright uniform with a barely livable wage and terrible hours. Miserable every second of the day, with the constant guilt eating at you for being so complacent.

Of course there were a few exceptions.

Of course… Like the highly attractive coworker you spent most of your time here with. Days spent with Toya were significantly better than the days spent without Toya. In fact, if it weren’t for him, you’d probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as you had here. Because man, when days were good they were ok, but when the days were bad, they were really fucking bad. Some in which you were ready to burn down everyone and everything yet the sweet, hot, god-like Toya would make you melt with his cute quirky smile and meet your eyes with his own that you would absolutely drown in and next thing you know, you had completely forgotten about what you were upset over. Now, it’s just a bonus that he meets your sarcasm with his own, the both of you have always had this flirty like atmosphere that neither of you are willing to acknowledge but low key kinda know there’s an underlying sexual tension there. It was strange how well you both got along, the average onlooker would assume nothing more than a simple boyfriend and girlfriend relationship but it was really just mutual likability and connection between the two of you. Days with Toya were simply good days. And you were absolutely grateful for someone like him because god knows how terrible it’d really be here without him.

“Why don’t we make this night a bit memorable,” Toya who was right next to you behind the counter, gives you a side wink and unzips the company jacket to reveal a small ziplock within the pocket. Andddddd long behold it’s weed! You chuckle to yourself, never getting tired of Toya’s shenanigans. Very much appreciated as he’s best form of entertainment here.

“Toya we almost got caught last time, you really wanna risk it again?” Your words ran on deaf ears as he was already rolling up the blunt underneath the counter, “what’s the worst they can do? Fire us?” You stopped for a second and nodded, well he wasn’t wrong. Maybe this was the push you needed to finally leave this shit hole. “You got a point, let’s do it quick before someone comes in.”

While this is a 24 hour convenience store, usually pass 1am, rarely anyone is inside. So you suppose it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea. Plus with Toya your bound to have a good time, who are you to deny him. You trusted in him enough to get away with his bs.

“Pass the lighter doll,” you fished for the lighter that was nicely decorated with little blue flames over in your small book bag and passed it to him. He holds the blunt between his two hands and you duck underneath the counter with him. “Ladies first,” he cockily said, you lean forward and placed your mouth on the blunt while he held it for you. He always did this and it always felt oddly intimate to you. Couldn’t help the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest taking over when his glass like eyes gazed over you. They always made you curious and somehow hungry for knowledge of his life. You’ve never knew someone so well yet know nothing of them, but that’s always been enigma of Touya. You exhaled closing your eyes, attempting to calm your nerves. “You know the only time I ever smoke is on the job with you.” He smirked bringing the blunt to his own lips, “guess I’m a bad influence then.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “Everyone needs a lil spice in their life, no?” It was his turn to roll his eyes. You gently grabbed his wrist and led the blunt back to your lips again, he stared quietly at you. Which oddly made you tense up. “Don’t look at me like that,” you smiled.

“Like what?” He smiled.

“Like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world that you can’t live without.” Now you both laughed. This was the usual routine with Toya; cracking jokes and talking shit for a bit and simply enjoying each other’s company while the store was empty. He finally broke the trance you were in when he spoke up.

“You know, having my father kick me out of the house wasn’t so bad after all,” Toya leaned in.

You looked at him with a puzzled look, he never brings up his father. Whenever the conversation appeared it was quickly diverted elsewhere. You didn’t want to poke or intrude but curiosity got the best of you and you couldn’t help but want to continue the conversation. “Yea? Why is that?” You wondered. His father, from what you’ve been able to gather with the little bits Toya has mentioned here and there, was that supposedly his father is some CEO to a multi million dollar company. Odd considering the likes to where Toya ended up but you concluded that they must’ve ended in bad terms. You understood how cruel and selfish parents can be and didn’t need further explanation on that part. Easy to assume considering how poorly and little he speaks of him. He shut your ideas off with his simple response.

“I wouldn’t be smoking a blunt with the world’s most beautiful girl under this shitty counter, if it weren’t for it.” Ha, that definitely caught you off guard, causing a light blush to form across your face. Even with a seeming sensitive topic he still manages to tease you. He’s got that cheeky smile plastered all over, “Got you choked up doll?” You rolled your eyes. You were about to tell him off before the door rang indicating that someone has entered the store. You snapped out of the haze and immediately got up to quickly realize that the person who entered was one of the regional managers, oh fuck. You nearly froze in fear and kicked Toya under the counter. “Ow the fuck was that for?” He looked at you while soothing the kick you just gave him but upon looking at your panicked expression and frenzied body, he quickly crushed the blunt and shoved it back inside the pocket of his jacket. He didn’t need to be told or explained which you greatly appreciated at the moment. Toya was always able to read the room, bless his soul. He clumsily got back up to which you had fixed his crooked hat and whispered into his ear to tuck his shirt in while covering him slightly to do so.

“Hi-ya hello, good afternoon, I mean good evening sir.” You embarrassedly stumbled over your words to which Toya snickered at. You kicked him again harder this time as discreetly as you could. On the verge of a panic attack. He gripped tightly at the counter, smiling at the man in front of you both. Hissing silently at the pain your kick caused him. He gave you a quick side eye nodding his head in disapproval. Which somehow made you feel drastically worse.

“Good evening to you both, I’m sure you know who I am.”

You responded a bit too hastily looking like a rabid chihuahua. “Yes! Yea. Of course we do, how are you? What brings you in at this time? It’s so late.” You manage to say within 2.0 seconds, the automatic robotic customer service attitude overtaking your body. Well- at least trying to considering you just had a 30-minute smoke sesh under the counter and your mind is desperately trying to sober up. Honestly, what the fuck was he doing here at this time? This has never happened and I mean out of all the hours of the day. Oh yea, you’re definitely getting fucked, the smell of weed was so pungent, it was literally embarrassing how bad the situation looks. You wanted to cry. Toya’s eyes were stained red and you only assumed yours look worse.

“Gotten a few complaints about this store recently. Wanted to come in and take a look.” You began to get a cold sweat, oh shit he knows, he definitely knows. You had words lodged in your throat that couldn’t come out. What could you say? What can you say? You’re in the wrong here. Everyone knows that smoking weed with your cool and kinda hot coworker under the counter is definitely not ok. Maybe even illegal, oh god what if this gets on your record. You’ll definitely not be able to get a professional job, then you’ll really get stuck working a even shitter job than this. Oh good oh god oh my god.

As if sensing the absolute panic and anxiety off of you, Toya gently caressed your arm motioning you to relax and to stay silent. You recognized the wave that washed over him and instantly knew he’d handle the situation, he always does. And if you could die in his arms right now, you’d accept your fate happily. Toya was an interesting man oh right, you always believed he held such potential to do great things and even change the world. It doesn’t make sense really considering you both work at a basic job but you had come to secretly admire the guy. You’d would tell him too, how you believed in him, how you had so much confidence for him to become something great but he would always shut it down and brush it off like it was nothing. It was as if he didn’t think he was good enough. It always bugged you that he thought so little of himself, but seeing him now causally and confidently bullshit the regional manager out of your current situation just simply reminded you of how special he was to you. Definitely got your pussy wet and made you eternally grateful too.

Toya was standing in front of the counter, making hand gestures while the manager just stared analyzing his words. You were completely z0ned out, only able to get parts of the conversation.

“We’ve been having this customer appear at the store over and over again around this time of night harassing me and Y/N. We’ve considered calling the cops since he’s always high off his mind, we’ve caught him smoking in the bathroom on multiple occasions too. He was in here about 15 minutes ago and we haven’t been able to get rid of the smell.”

Ah the beautiful lies that slipped through Toya’s lips sounded like a symphony. It was nothing short of comedic and yet so fucking Oscar-worthy. You could definitely pay this man to tell you lies he with how effortlessly convincing he was. You couldn’t even care to listen to what the manager was responding with, but on his way out he waved at you wishing you a goodnight and you sighed out with relief.

Toya turns to you clasping his hands together “well there’s gonna be a security guard here for the next two weeks.” You laughed “I guess that’s better than getting fired huh.”

“I’m not sure about that,” he chuckled. “I texted Shigs to come and take over the rest of our shift.”

You looked at him confused, “how come? Either way, do you think he’ll be ok alone here?”

Toya slipped his phone into his pocket and walked back to you “yea he doesn’t give a fuck. Besides you look pale fucking white, guess this guy sobered your ass up real quick.”

You attempted to glare angrily at him but it came off as a soft puppy look. You had no energy nor the strength to pretend. It feels like you just got whiplash from the rollercoaster you were on. Figured it was no use in lying considering you looked like you just went through it. “Yea, I still feel high as shit, I just wanna go home already, only thing this guy gave me was a fat fucking headache.”

He ruffled the top of your head, “awe poor baby,” he said in a teasing tone, he inched up right beside you, “I got something that can help with that.” You jokingly pushed him off you, tying to ignore the warm feeling pooling under your stomach. Your mind was definitely thinking something dirty with a million miles per second and with how he handled today’s situation you’d be more than willing to give him whatever he pleased, but you pretended to cast aside those intrusive thoughts and act unfazed. “Shit don’t tell me you got Advil on you too?”

He chuckled lightly nodding is head down, “got something even better doll.” He scoots up next to you and grabs a bottle of excedrin underneath the counter, passing it to you. You excitedly open it taking two pills out “oh my god I didn’t know we had some underneath here, yes thank you. You're definitely my hero today Toya.” As if y’all didn’t work in a convenience store that had if not all types of medicines. It was the effort that made it special though, it’s what brought that bright goofy smile of yours to light.

You weren’t able to see the blush that formed on his cheeks while you swallowed the two pills. “Yea I remember you telling me you get headaches n shit and I know this medicine helps with it.” He was scratching the back of his head awkwardly. He never really handles compliments well but you tippy toed over to him and wrapped your arms softly around his neck. “I appreciate it Toya, that was really thoughtful. Thank you.”

If you didn’t see his previous blush you definitely noticed this one, which in turn lead you to blush. But you couldn’t miss this opportunity- “AWE is lil Toya blushing. So cute brings me back to my middle school days.” That caused a loud laugh to come out of you both. “Shut it.” he quickly and quietly said.

“Am I interrupting something.” You and Toya quickly untangled from each other trying to play off the slight tension in the air.

“Errrr um.. Hey Shiggy, thanks for uh coming in.” You awkwardly stumbled, you never really got along with him so there was always this weird loud silence between the both of you. He already seemed to be annoyed, per usual. The sloppy blue hair all tangled looking greasy and his patchy skin looking irritated and flaky as usual. He definitely was not amused or happy to be here. Well when was her ever. You’ve yet to seen the man smile.

“Whatever.” He takes a sip from his metal bottle and walks over to the counter.

“Shiggy you the man, thanks for pulling up bud.” Toya pats him in the back and Shigaraki shuttered. “Don’t touch me,” he flatly said. He glared at you both.

“You guys can go leave and fuck now.” The words caught you instantly by surprise and you got completely red. “That’s not what were gonn- ugh whatever like it matters.” With that, you and Toya clock out and leave the store with Shigaraki sending daggers at your back.

“He’s always acting like such a bitch.” You annoyingly complained.

Toya puts his arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him “he ain’t so bad when you get to know him.”

“I guess.” You rolled your eyes, you didn’t really care. You were more relieved to have finally left. He can rot in the store by himself for all you care. Not you or Toga would miss him.

“So,” Toya glided with his words, itching you closer to him. He was leading the way in this position with you happily following. Not knowing the destination but feeling completely at peace with his form completely snug at your side. You comfortably wrapped your arm around his waist and gently placed your head in the crook of his neck. This was nice you thought, you and Toya were always this intimate when alone. No hesitation or awkwardness, just simply holding hands and sharing body heat as friends with the underlying passion waiting to burst and to be acknowledged. But nothing ever felt rushed, not with Toya. You stared at him from this angle, taking in his beautiful effortless features. His lashes looked so long as you stared in slight jealousy, his hair a perfect black mess with hidden red roots if you stared long enough, and his eyes. Man, you could write poems and sing songs with how the eyes stirred up some emotion you can't quite pin down. Always causing an eruption of feelings you can barely control.

You felt the warmth from his breath when he spoke, “wanna go to back to my place and finish that blunt? Would love nothing more than to see the world’s most beautiful girl on my bed.”

You blushed and nodded looking at those piercing blue eyes once again “well, when you look at me like that I guess I can’t say no.”

Maybe this time you would finally show Toya just how special he really is to you.

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korgidorgi · 3 years

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader "CONFESS!"

Word count: 2594

Warnings: Things get a little steamy, but NO SMUT!!! I'M NOT READY FOR THAT!!!

After a lil downer party of Tony’s, Y/N steals wanda away so they can actually enjoy the night and get a breather. One thing leads to another and they're confessing their love for each other. <3

You’ve lost count of how many parties Tony Stark has thrown so far in the year. In only the 3rd month of the year, you’ve exceeded 10 parties. You didn’t really socialize with strangers, mostly keeping to yourself or one of the Avengers. Natasha was normally good company, or Steve. Keeping your drink close to you, a hand over top of it, you barely hang onto a conversation between Rhodey and some stranger he’d dragged you to meet. You glance around the room, trying to wake up your eyes before they drift shut. Over on the other side of the large room sits Wanda, looking bored as all hell, but mostly uncomfortable. She’s not one to put herself out there either. You figure Rhodey won’t notice if you slip away, as he is too caught up in trying to tell his “lookin’ for this” joke for the millionth time.

You make your way over to the lonely witch, weaving past moving bodies and avoiding those who might call for you. You grab a drink from the bar for Wanda as you move. Holding the two drinks, you nearly get knocked over as a rambunctious Thor tells tales of Asgard and shows off Mjölnir.

You finally reach Wanda, breathing a sigh of relief from your little journey.

“You look like you could use a drink.” You greet her, offering the full glass in your hand.

Her head spins to look at you, a bit surprised at your sudden appearance. She mutters a small thanks, taking the glass and holding it in her lap as she flashes you a small smile.

“I’ve lost count of how many parties he’s thrown.” You comment, taking a seat next to her.

“Too many.” She replies, looking down as she swishes the drink around.

You look over at her, taking her all in. Her red jacket seems to give her a sense of security as she pulls it tighter around herself. She avoids looking at anyone, uneasily shifting in her seat. Her red hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few pieces of hair falling to the side of her face, framing it beautifully.

You hesitantly put a hand on top of one of hers in an attempt to show her some sort of comfort. You glance around the room at all the people before looking back at her, finally meeting her eyes.

“I’m sure Mr. Stark won’t mind if we went somewhere else.” You suggest. “What do you say?”

Wanda just looks at you, and then looks away, keeping her eyes down as she plays with her drink some more. You wait patiently for her to think about what she wants to do.

“I think that would be relieving for me.” She responds, her soft sokovian accent drifting through the noisy air with ease.

You stand, setting down your nearly finished drink and offering your hand for her to take. A small, comforting smile graces your lips as you await her next move. She easily accepts your hand and sets her drink down next to yours, standing up next to you. You gently pull her along with you as you weave the two of you through the noisy bunch of Avengers and strangers. You pull her towards the elevator, looking back at her every now and then as you continue forward. Finally reaching the elevator, you escape the crowd with Wanda. You quickly press the button, calling the lift to the floor. You impatiently wait for the ding, bouncing on your toes.

The sudden ding nearly makes you jump as you snap your head to the doors that are sliding open. You extend your hand, motioning for Wanda to step in ahead of you. You follow her in and hear the doors close and block out the majority of the noise from the party.

“Where do you want to go?” You ask, leaning slightly her way in question.

Wanda contemplates for a moment, rubbing at her hands. “Jarvis?”

“Yes, Miss Maximoff?” The AI responds. “Can you take us to the roof?” She requests, looking up, though there is nothing to look up to.

“Right away, Miss.” Jarvis responds.

The elevator starts up, bringing the two of you higher. The ride up is quiet as the two of you breath sighs of relief and begin to relax.

“Thank you.” Wanda finally speaks.

“Don’t mention it.” You softly smile at her. “You looked like you needed a getaway.”

“I did.” She lets out a tired chuckle, moving some of her hair out of her face.

The elevator dings, signalling that you’ve reached the top floor. The doors slide open, allowing the two of you to step out.

“After you.” You offer.

The two of you find the door out to the roof of the large tower. You step outside first, holding the door open for Wanda. She ducks her head in thanks as she steps through. You let go of the door, allowing it to shut as you follow her. She wanders around the roof a bit before settling on a spot. You take a stand to her right, staying quiet as to not disrupt her peace. The cool winds of midnight New York City ruffle your hair, throwing a few strands in your face. You opt to ignore it as you look around the lit up city. You watch billboards flash their ads as people hustle and bustle around the streets. Your gaze finally settles on Wanda. The glow of the city lights reflect in her eyes and illuminate her features. The wind does less justice for her hair, having her constantly have to hold it back out of her face to the point where she, too, gives up trying to manage it. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the fresh city air and closing her eyes as she lets it all back out. The silence stays comfortable as the two of you watch over the city, enjoying this peace from the party.

“I can’t hear them anymore.” Wanda finally says, breaking the mutual silence.

You look back at her, tilting your head and humming, asking her to clarify what she meant.

“Back down there, everyone’s thoughts were so loud,” she begins, “it was hard to shut them out. It was all a jumble of senseless words coming from all directions.”

You hum once again, acknowledging her statement. You can’t imagine having not only people's voices assault your ears, but also their thoughts invading your head, whether they be good or bad thoughts. You shift closer to her, unsure of whether you should respond or what to do next.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you back there.” She speaks again, shifting over and leaning her head on your shoulder.

“You looked miserable,” you speak softly, “how could I leave you to silently suffer?”

You hesitantly put your arm around her, pulling her just a little bit closer and making sure she knows you’re not bothered by her actions. The two of you stand with each other for a while longer, the nippy air finally driving you to go back inside.

“You’re cold…” Wanda notices. “You should go back inside before you freeze.”

“I’m fine with whatever.” You remark. “I’ll go wherever you need me.” You offer.

She pulls away from you, grasping your hand to bring you back inside to the warm tower. She leads you back to the elevator. “Why don’t we go to my place?” She offers, stepping through the opening doors.

“Wherever you want, Wanda.” You give her a smile.

To your joy, she cracks a smile as well before instructing Jarvis to take the two of you to her floor.

“You’re a good friend.” Wanda says. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“You’re fun to be around.” You smile.

“Yeah, well, I can be a downer.” She responds.

“Sometimes, but everyones like that on occasion.” You assure her. “Myself included.”

“I guess.”

You look over at her, watching her shuffle and play with her hands. “Is there something bothering you?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but closes it, opting to not tell you what’s going on in that pretty head of hers.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.” You back off.

“No, it’s just-” she starts, “I don’t know how to tell you.”

“That’s okay, when you’re ready.” You give her a reassuring nudge.

“Thanks…” She mumbles shyly, tucking another strand of hair out of her face.

You can hear her breaths getting deeper as she tries to urge herself to tell you what she wants. You try to think of a way to relieve some of the awkwardness in the small moving room.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Wanda?”

“If you were attracted to someone, like, you want to be around them all the time, and hug them, and, I don’t know, kiss them; how would you go about telling them?” She asks finally.

You think for a moment. “Not exactly sure what I’d do. I’d probably be too scared to bring up such a thing.” You begin. “It sounds like being in love with someone. Is that what you’re asking about?”

“I think so… Yeah.”

“Well, then, I’d probably want to spend time with the person and make sure they don’t hate me. If I could gain the courage and I know this feeling is real, I’d probably whisk them away for a day and find some way to confess. When the moment’s right, y’know?”

Wanda just nods from beside you. “And how would you confess?”

“I’d probably just say something along the lines of: ‘Hey, I think I like you, like, a lot. I just think you’re really pretty, and smart, and I know you think you’re not important, but to me you are. And, well, I think I’m in love with you.’” You try to give her some sort of advice to go off of.

The elevator is silent again as it nears it's stop quicker and quicker. “And, if they wanted, I’d probably kiss them, y’know? With their consent of course.”

“May I ask why you’re asking me this?” You force yourself to ask her. “Is there a certain someone who’s stolen your heart?”

This is the moment your heart could flutter, or drop. It beats hard and quick in your chest as you try to prepare yourself for her answer.

“Yes.” Wanda answers, her voice nearly a whisper.

You swear your heart’s stopped at her response. The silence is deafening. You quickly push those feelings aside, wanting to avoid making this conversation awkward.

“So, is it a he? Or is it a her? Or maybe a they?” You lightly tease, trying to keep the atmosphere comfortable.

Your enthusiastic questioning earns a giggle from Wanda and you can see a blush covering her cheeks as she tries to hide it.

“Is it someone I know?” You ask her.

“Maybe…” She giggles.

“Is it someone on the team?”

“Maybe.” She teases again.

“Is it… Vision?” You guess. “I know you two get along pretty well.”

“Uh... no.” She answers, laughing at your teases.

“Okay, you’re not gonna tell me…” You squint your eyes playfully at her.

“Who said I’m not going to tell you?” She teases back.

“I don’t know, maybe it's because you refuse to answer my questions.”

“I was answering your questions, just not what you wanted to hear.” She teases again.

“Alright, then who is it?” You ask, your heart picking up again.

She mumbles something, low enough that you can’t make out what it was. You tilt your head.

“What was that?” You ask, a tease still evident in your tone.

“You!” She blurts.

Her hand immediately flies over her mouth and she panics, backing herself into the corner of the small room. You’re stunned for a moment and you stand still, processing what you just heard.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I-”

You finally look at her, a smile beginning to take over your lips.

“Please. Don’t apologize.” You quietly tell her. “I… I like you too, Wanda. A lot.”

You offer her another smile, hoping she will calm down and not be so embarrassed. You watch her release the breath she’s been holding and she visibly relaxes a bit.

“Y-you do?” She asks, dropping her hand from her face.

You nod at her confidently.

“Can I…?”

You nod again. She approaches you, placing a soft hand on your cheek, her eyes sparkling as she gazes into yours. Your gaze falls to her lips and you subconsciously lick your own. She catches this and gently captures your lips in hers. Her other hand comes up to hold your other cheek as she pulls you closer into her. Your own hands fly to her waist, pulling her flush against you by her hips.

The kiss starts off soft, gentle, trying to find the right pace, but as it progresses, the two of you want more. Just as Wanda’s about to deepen it, a clearing throat interrupts and the two of you fly away from each other, pinning yourselves to the walls of the small room, both of your faces glowing bright red as your breathing quickens. Natasha stands on the other side of the open doors, her arms crossed over her chest and a small smirk playing at her lips.

“H-how long have you… have you been there?” You sheepishly ask, trying to find words and get yourselves out of this awkward situation.

“Long enough. Door’s been open a while.” Natasha responds.

“O-oh.” You look down, completely embarrassed by the sudden turn of events.

Silence fills the area for a moment before Natasha breaks it once more. “Well, are you getting off?” She prompts.

“Yes, yes ma’am.” You stutter, quickly pulling Wanda out with you to allow Natasha her ride.

“You’re lucky it was me and not anyone else.” She teases before calling out to Jarvis. “See you ‘round, Lovebirds.”

The two of you look at each other and as soon as the doors close, the two of you make a run for Wanda’s room. Once you’re in, Wanda quickly shuts and locks the door and the two of you take a moment to recover from what just happened.

You look at Wanda and the two of you share the same thought as she surges forward to continue what you two started. This kiss begins rough, but the two of you quickly find a perfect rhythm. Wanda continues to walk into you, wanting to be even closer. Her arms wrap around your neck and yours find their way around her waist, pulling her with you by her back. You begin to bump into objects and furniture, quickly catching things as they fall and placing them back upon their surfaces.

“That’s hot.” Wanda mutters, allowing the two of you to regain some breath before continuing.

She continues walking you back, this time guiding you around objects. She continues to guide you around her room, walking you backwards towards the bed. You know exactly where you are when the back of your heel knocks into the leg of it.

“It’s getting a little hot in here.” Wanda husks.

“Would you like to take off your jacket?” You respond suggestively, quickly helping her peel it off.

“Aren’t you a bit hot too?” She suggests, smirking against your lips.

You tear your jacket off as quick as you can so you can hold her again. The two of you are a tangle of bodies, trying to get more of the other.

“Shall we take this a step further?”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda marvel #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #the avengers #wanda maximoff #fanfiction #fanfic

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bleachanimefan1 · 3 years

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The Song of the Titan

Chapter Eleven,

Hunter sat on his bed, looking at the key as he held it in front of him. He had managed to seal up the crack in the eye, smelting the glass together, fixing it. However, some of the Titan's blood had leaked out, and now there was only half left inside of it. As he continued gazing at the key, Hunter couldn't help but think about Azara. How her words helped him, giving him confidence and a chance of a better life than he was at now. Hunter sighed and looked down at Lil rascal, petting the cardinal on his head.

"What should I do?" Hunter whispered to himself, completely lost. "I can't just leave Uncle, the only person who had ever cared about me. He had given me so much, more than anyone else had. I am lucky to be where I am now. But, Azara also helped me as well, by listening to me to what I have to say even if I was a powerless witch. She didn't care and still helped me. What should I do, Orion? Should I stay or should I leave?"

Lil rascal opened it's eyes, waking up, then looked at Hunter, chirping.

Leave this place. Go to her.

Hunter's eyes widen in surprise. He was about to say something when he heard a knock on his door.

"Hunter, may I come in for a moment?" Hunter heard Belo's voice on the other side of the door. His eyes widen and he quickly turned to the cardinal palisman and picked Lil rascal up, hiding him underneath the bed.

"Stay here and be quiet!" Hunter warned the bird. Lil rascal made a small worried chirp. Then Hunter went over to his desk, opening one of the drawers and placed the key inside, closing it.

"Hunter?" Belos asked. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah!" Hunter quickly got up and walked over to the door, opening it, letting Belos into his room, closing the door behind him. Hunter saw that his uncle was holding his new uniform and yellow mask, that looked like an owl, in his hands.

"I've finally gotten your uniform and mask replaced and fixed." He told Hunter holding the uniform out to him. "Now, you can be the golden guard again." Hunter stared at the the uniform in Belo's hands for a few minutes, silently. He would have to hide his face, again. Nobody would know who he was. No identity...

"Is there something on your mind, Hunter that I should know?" Hunter's eyes widen as he heard Belo's voice and snapped out of his thoughts. He shook his head and then took the gear out of his hands.

"No! I'm happy, thrilled that you got this back for me. Thank you, Uncle!" He quickly told him. Hunter an intense stare as Belos stared at him through his mask. He felt his body and muscles beginning to tense up, nervous.

"Well, I am happy to hear that. You should be grateful, especially since everything that I've done for you, Hunter," Belos told him. "It wasn't easy to come by.

Belos took off his mask and began walking over to Hunter's bed. Hunter had a worried look on his face as he watched his uncle sat down, placing his mask beside him. Lil rascal peeked out a little from under the bed, listening. Hunter could feel his heart pounding as he saw him, inches away from his uncle.

"Now, you can return to your duties and continue to serve me again," He smiled. "In fact, I could use you in a little mission to get something for me." Hunter's eyes widen in interest, curious to know what his uncle wanted. Finally, he can prove that he can be useful again!

"What is it?" Hunter asked. Belos smiled.

"I need you to go get some Galderstones for me," he told Hunter.

"Galderstones? You mean the galderstones that make the magic of a witch powerful!" Belos nodded. "Those will not be easy to get. There are tales that they are heavily guarded and sought after by many witches. What do you need the stones for?"

"They are an essential item needed for the Day of Unity." Belos explained to Hunter. "Are you up for this task?"

Hunter nodded. "Yes, I will not let you down, Emperor Belos."

Just outside of Hunter's room, someone else had heard the entire conversation between the two as well, leaning her ear against the door.

Kikimora.

She quickly scurried away as Belos opened the door, walking out. He turned back to Hunter, looking at him.

"I know that you won't let me down." He smiled and left. Hunter stood in the middle of his room, unsure of what to do. He heard a chirp and saw Lil rascal flew out from under the bed, landing on his shoulder.

Whatever you decide, I will help you. Hunter smiled.

"Let's go." He replied, grabbing his mask, putting it on.

As Hunter silently approached the Looking glass ruins, he quickly took cover as he saw giant ghost sea monster like creature near the entrance, guarding it, as well as Gus who was talking to it. There were several traps placed all around as well. Hunter looked around until he saw an small opening in the stone walls near by and quickly squeezed through it, unnoticed. As he came from the other side, Lil rascal made a small chirp which made Hunter froze in his spot. Guz and the giant creature both turned their heads in his direction, but Hunter quickly hid behind a pillar before they could see him.

Hunter sighed in relief before he saw the Galderstones not too far from him, resting in the hands of the statues, of the illusionists of the past. Just as Hunter was about to step out, a loud blast erupted from the air, hitting Guz and the creature, knocking them back. The two landed on the ground, and the creature transformed into an appearance of an old man. Hunter watched realizing that there was no ghost, it was all an illusion.

"I will not let the golden guard get those stones before me!" Hunter heard Kikimora shouted from afar. Her and two abomatons were approaching the entrance. His eyes widen and, quickly, Hunter rush over to the stones, just as Gus and old man got up and spotted him. Hunter grabbed a stone from one of the statues.

"NO!" Hunter heard the old illusionist yell out.

Hunter quickly hopped onto Lil rascal, as it transformed, holding the galderstone in one arm, just as Gus and the illusionist were getting up.

"Orion, get us out of here!" He cried out. Lil rascal quickly took off just as Kikimora walked into the ruins, glaring as she saw the two left. Then she turned to Guz and the old illusionist, who were still on the ground. The two abomatons aimed their cannons at them, watching them.

Kikimora hopped off of one and walked over to the old illusionist. "Why if it isn't the old illusionist master, Aberforth," she sneered. "You've become the keeper for some dead witches now? How pathetic."

"I know what you're here for," Aberforth narrowed his eyes as he glared at her. "You can not have the stones."

"Oh, but I'm afraid I will," Kikimora said, snobbishly. "You see, Emperor Belos needs them for the Day of Unity. I won't let that brat golden guard get the better of me!"

"Man, you have a lot of problems," Gus muttered to himself and chuckled. "What makes you think that we will just hand them over to you?"

Kikimora stared at the two for a moment, before she let out a dark empty cackle. "Oh, you don't have a choice."

Gus and the old illusionist eyes widen as they saw the hand on Kikimora's head, lift up a finger, revealing her right eye, of a different color. Gus and the old illusionist both yelped and felt a sharp pain on their wrist that had their illusionist coven sigil. Red vine like thorns began to sprout from it, going up their arm, enabling them to move or cast a spell. Their vision went cloudy as they saw Kikimora and the two abomatons, walking over to the stones, laughing evilly.

Then they collapsed on the ground, unconscious, as their world went dark.

It was getting darker outside, as the stars were beginning to form. A crescent moon shined from the clouds, illuminating in the darkness. Azara walked along the path, still lost in thought, still in shock over what she had seen through potion. As she continued down the path, while the moonlight lit her way, she stopped in her tracks. Up ahead, Azara spotted someone as they leaned against the tree. As she got closer, her eyes widen, seeing that it was Hunter. She ran up and called out to him.

"Hunter!" Hunter jumped, started by her voice, then calmed down as saw Azara as she approached him. Lil rascal chirped happily as soon as he saw her. Hunter smiled a little in relief. She wasn't mad at him, that's good!

"What are you doing out here so late?" she asked. Hunter sneered.

"I should ask you the same thing." Azara froze as soon as she saw the galderstone, sitting in Hunter's lap.

"Uh, is there something wrong?" Hunter stammered, nervous by the way that she was looking at the stone.

"Hunter where did you get that?" she asked, worried.

"I got it from the Looking Glass ruins," he told. "It wasn't easy, of course. There were a few obstacles in the way but I got it!"

Azara grew more and more unease, looking at it. "I can't wait to see the proud look on Belo's face when he sees it!" Hunter smiled.

"You can't give it to him!" Azara exclaimed. He stared up at her with a surprised look.

"Why not?" Hunter frowned. "This is another chance to show him that I'm not a screw up!"

"You're not a screw up! Why would you even think-!" Azara shouted. Hunter's eyes widen. Azara paused, drifting off, before she continued. "Hunter, there's something that you have to know. I know that this is going to sound strange, but you are in danger." she warned him. Hunter stared at Azara from a minute in silence, before he began to bust out laughing. Azara eyes watched in disbelief.

"Hunter, I'm serious!" she insisted. "You really ARE in danger! This is not something to laugh about!"

"Right, and you just so happen to know?" Hunter smiled as he continued to tease her, but also curious as to what she had to say. "What am I in danger from?"

"You uncle." Azara simple told him. "He is using you and he is going to kill you!"

"Come on! Do you realize how ridiculous you sound right now?" Hunter scoffed. "My uncle would never do that. Why would you even say such a thing?" Azara bit her lip, trying to think of some way, hoping to persuade him so that he would believe her.

"Hunter, I know that this strange and sounds silly. But, how old are you?" she asked.

"Sixteen," he replied.

"And what's the age that a witch reaches maturity?" Azara questioned.

"Duh, on their seventeenth birthday," Hunter replied, treating that what she had just asked was dumb.

"Right," Azara pressed. "And if you go back to him now, you are not going to make past your eighteenth birthday-"

"Alright, enough. Just stop, I don't want to hear anymore!" Hunter snapped. Azara stared at him with wide eyes and closed her mouth. Hunter stood up, holding the galderstone in his hand as he brushed off the dirt from his cloak. "This is stupid I shouldn't be even talking to you. You know what, uncle was right about you. You are a bad influence."

Azara felt her heart beginning to squeeze tightly, like it was clamped up in a vice. She had to persuade Hunter, somehow!

"Just look in the dark room, a basement? You will find your answer there, a book, sitting lying open on a table. I also know that Luz's portal is fix and I know that you didn't give the key to Belos," Azara told him. Hunter's eyes widen, more startled by how much Azara knew.

"How did you-"

"Duh, magic spying potion," she retorted back. Her eyes widen a little, realizing what she had just said.

"You were spying on us?!" Hunter sputtered out, alarmed.

"T-that came out wrong," Azara stammered, nervously. She tried to approach Hunter, slowly, but he backed away from her. Great, now he probably thinks that she's a creeper.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I was worried," Azara replied, looking down, playing with her hands. "About you." She quickly stopped when she saw Hunter looking at her with a dark glare. It almost tore her apart seeing it.

"I want you to stay away from me..." Hunter said, threatened. "And stay away from my uncle."

"Hunter..." Azara pleaded to him. "Don't go. Please, you have to believe me!"

Hunter said nothing to her and put mask back on his face. Lil rascal transformed into a staff and took off from the ground as he left. Azara watched as he did, now unable to hold back her tears, as they came rolling down her cheeks.

"Fine! Go then!" Azara cried, as she shouted. "Don't say that I didn't warn you!"

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ultimatetornshipper · 3 years

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Daminette December day 11- Snowglobe and 12- Soulmate au

@daminette-december2019-2020

Okk sooo like I said I wanted to make a separate lil one shot for this one because I have a nice lil idea in mind and my medieval au does not work with the snow globe and soulmate thing so I decided fuck it.

Also Tim isn’t it the series yet so I decided to do some brotherly shenanigans that included him.

This one shot actually worked out really well like I love it.

I get to be slightly more… hmm what’s the word?... stupid?

It’s the writing on skin, appears on soulmate's skin, soulmate au btw.

Honestly I love this, it did not go as expected lmao.

Anyway I hope u guys enjoy this!

Previous- Princes and Pedestals Chapter 10

Next- Princes and Pedestals Chapter 11

The Permanent Marker

The first time Damian saw a snow globe it had been during a fight with Tim, who'd decided to throw him with it.

It was safe to say that the item that was thrown ended their fight. The side made of ceramic hit his arm. Unfortunately (or fortunately) it landed on the floor, the glass shattered. The tiny fake snowflakes scattered all over the place.

Before then he had only heard of one thing that, in his mind, worked similarly…

“Drake, I will skin you alive!” he said jumping on his brother, Jason pulled him off and held him back, “Todd! Release me at once! The imbecile just attacked me with a glitter bomb!”

The entire manor went silent for a few seconds before they all burst out laughing.

To this day, he was still being teased about it. Even though the incident had happened years ago.

It resulted in him having quite the distaste for snow globes.

So imagine his annoyance when he woke up four days before the anniversary of The Incident with a picture of a snow globe on his hand.

As if that didn’t make the message clear enough, there was a snow globe and a glitter bomb on his bedside table, each labelled mockingly.

He growled and turned his gaze back to his hand.

He had no idea how his brothers had managed to draw it on him without waking him up but he was absolutely livid.

His soulmate must be incredibly confused as to why there was a crudely drawn snow globe on her hand.

He got up and stomped to the bathroom, washing it off. He got ready and walked angrily to the dining room.

He found them all there and when they saw his sour expression they burst out laughing.

He glared at them all through breakfast, his temper far shorter than usual.

He just hoped his soulmate wouldn’t ask about the snow globe or better still, that she hadn’t seen it.

Every morning for the next two days, he woke up with an ugly little snow globe on his hand. And each morning he would wash it off.

He was bordering on the edge of murderous.

Meanwhile in Paris, Marinette was in a similar state.

You see, for three days she had been trying to remember the damn stupid snow globe Alya had forgotten at her house over the weekend.

She’d drawn a nice little snow globe on her hand to remind herself. But apparently her soulmate was hell bent on not letting her return the damned snow globe.

Each time she drew the little picture, he would wash it off it sometime before she got home.

Because of course he would.

She knew he was a tidy person and he’d established that he had no wish to meet her back when they were small, but usually he at least didn’t wash off her drawings.

She huffed in annoyance as she rode the train back home.

It would’ve been easier to return the snow globe to Alya when they were still in Collegé Francious Du Point, where she lived only a street away. But nooooo, their lycee was far enough away that she had to take the train there and back. Just having Alya pick it up wasn’t as easy as it used to be.

She took out a pen and redrew her snow globe. He had already washed off the one she made earlier that day.

When she got home she realized that he had also washed off the one she made on the train. She huffed in annoyance and groaned.

Why was everything against her?

She eyed her drawer.

Maybe…

No, that wasn’t fair, she didn’t know why he erased the snow globe each time. There could be a very good reason.

Her pettier side didn’t care though. She was sick of him. He’d hurt her so much when they were kids, refusing to even try to get to know her. Not replying to any of her writing or doodles.

Eventually she stopped writing but doodles found still their way onto her skin. And they arrived at a silent truce of sorts, he would let her draw, and she wouldn’t expect anything.

Until now apparently.

Why couldn’t he just give her – give them - a chance?

Why couldn’t they just be normal? Why did he have to be such an ass? Why couldn’t they just write to one another?

She was reminded of the only time he'd written more than a few words to her.

The day she’d accidentally used the wrong kind of pen. The kind that had ink that didn’t wash off properly until after three days.

A permanent marker.

She didn’t known it was a permanent marker, and it wasn’t like she’d drawn anything too big with it. Just a medium sized heart on her wrist.

She was eight, she didn’t think it would be a problem.

Well apparently it was, because that day he let her have it. That day he made it clear that he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her.

But to hell with that.

If he wanted to break their truce, the weird set of rules they had somehow established…

Then so would she.

She stood and opened the drawer, she took out the permanent marker she hadn’t touched in years and removed the lid.

She smiled as she drew her snow globe again.

This time she would remember the snow globe.

And she did, the next morning she saw her snow globe still on her hand, slightly smudged, but there. She smiled victoriously.

She returned Alya's snow globe and spent the rest of the day on cloud nine. Maybe it wasn’t the nicest of things to do, but it wasn’t like he took her into consideration. She figured this, at most, made them even.

What caught her off guard however, was the neat writing in black ink that appeared on her wrist later that night

The words ‘I’m sorry’ were etched onto her skin in handwriting that she recognized as his.

You see Damian hadn’t noticed the sketch when he got home. Hadn’t noticed it when he’d put on his gloves for patrol or when he’d gone to bed.

He never saw it until morning.

He lost it when he realized his brothers had written on him with a permanent marker.

The one think he’d basically forbade her from doing all those years ago and they did it.

They crossed a line. And Damian made that perfectly clear.

By attacking them and beating them up until they apologized.

He still felt it was necessary to apologize to her.

For the permanent ink. But also for all the years of silence, for all the years of ignoring her.

He settled on a small ‘I’m sorry’ on his wrist and hoped for the best.

That tiny apology, though, opened up a line of communication between the two.

They started talking regularly, growing closer and closer through their words. Eventually they met and started dating.

They helped one another, through trauma and superheroing and liars and villains, they were there.

They became a dynamic duo, he helped her run her label while she did commissions and designed her days away.

They were happy, one of the success stories. And while they hung up the capes and cowls, they were always available for emergencies.

They would tell their children and their grandchildren the story of the snow globe. Dick, Jason and Tim often liked to take credit. Earning a disgusted ‘Tt' from Damian and a laugh from Marinette.

The moral of the story, Marinette always liked to say, was that sometimes even the smallest, insignificant thing could make the biggest, life altering difference.

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Reader, nat and Wanda dishing about their sex lives trying to top each other’s experiences (reader obvi wins cuz beefy Bucky, no other reason needed) and Bucky hears her gushing about how great he is to her and he’s walking around a lil extra cocky and reader is so embarrassed he heard. Maybe he does the same thing but with the guys after.

Girl Talk

Pairing: Bucky (beefy) x reader

Word Count: 1,572

Summary: After a really fun night with the girls, dishing about the boys, you go home to Bucky...who may or may not have heard you gals.

Author’s Note: This was fun to write, especially the girls gossiping about the boys and I took it in a little different direction at the end because I couldn’t help it and it worked for another request I got. I hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading :)

Warnings: fluff, girls night fun, SMUT, light choking, metal arm kink, oral, vaginal sex...the whole nine yards. Bucky (he should always come with a warning) (18+ eyes only please ;)

Friday night was almost here. You were very excited that you would be getting some much-needed girl time. Nat and Wanda had set up an evening filled with snacks, drinks and romcoms, the perfect girl’s night.

You mentioned it to Bucky early in the week, “I’m spending Friday night with the girls, we are going to get drunk and watch movies and eat.” “That sounds like fun, doll, are you going to come home to me drunk like last time?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. You merely smile in his direction, giving him a wink and sauntering off.

Friday finally arrives and you can barely contain your excitement, the texts flying back and forth between you and the girls in preparation. Wanda has made all sorts of sweet and salty snacks and Nat got everything you could possibly need to make drinks. You’re in charge of the movie list and it was easy enough with all the online streaming devices.

You decide to have your girl’s night in Nat’s room since Clint is away on a mission and you won’t be interrupted. “First things first, ladies, drinks!” Nat squeals, preparing something potent yet delicious. It goes down easy, too easy. “This is really great, Nat, what’s in it?” you ask as you eye her over your glass.

“All the good stuff, don’t ask questions, just enjoy.” You giggle, downing half the glass easily. You decide to start off by watching ‘Clueless,’ a classic that you have all seen but love so much. Just when they get to the part where Dionne, Cher and Tai are talking about ‘sizes,’ Nat grabs the remote and pauses it in between her laughter.

“Ok, y/n, time to dish. How big is it?” You stare at Nat and Wanda, eyes wide and mouth hung open in shock. “Are you asking me how big Bucky is?” “YES!” they both screech in unison. “I, uh, well…” you stutter, red faced as you try to think of what to say. “Well??” Wanda whispers, “he is a super solider, is everything about him…super?”

You burst into a fit of laughter, holding your stomach as you try to catch your breath, “I can’t believe you two! You’re ridiculous! But if you really need to know…it’s definitely super…in every way.” You let out a sigh at the thought of him and now it’s the girls turn to burst into high pitched laughter. “I KNEW IT!” yells Nat, smacking you in the face with a pillow.

You grab the pillow, holding it over your face before asking, “ok, now it’s your turn, what about Clint and Vis? Spill!” You three continue to share notes between fits of cackles, completely unaware that both Bucky and Vision have been listening on the other side of the door.

“Phasing through the wall would be easier,” Vision states plainly, finding this behavior strange. “No, no, Vis, you can’t let them see you or else it ruins all the fun!” Bucky whispers harshly. “I can remain unseen,” Vision says, a small smile on his lips. “Just be quiet and listen, they are getting to the good part!”

Bucky and Vision heard the whole conversation, the two of them grinning like idiots as they head back down the hallway after you start the movie back up. “I really can’t wait until y/n comes home, I have to tease her about this,” Bucky says, standing a little taller with a haughty smile. “Wanda will know what we did,” Vision states, but Bucky can tell he is happy after hearing her confession.

The rest of your night goes by in a flash, watching one more movie in between drinks and lots of snacking. It’s after 1am by the time you all decide to call it a night, cleaning up quickly and saying your goodbyes. “This was so fun and just what I needed ladies, thank you so much,” you mumble into their hair during your group hug. “Me too,” they both say, squeezing you tighter.

“Enjoy the rest of your night,” Nat says to you and Wanda, giving you her best ‘I know what you’re both going to do tonight’ look. “Thanks Nat,” you say with a giggle. “Don’t you wish Clint was going to be home?” you ask, smirking. “Actually, he text me about half hour ago. He’ll be home by 2!” she says excitedly, grabbing her bag and running out the door. You wave goodbye to Wanda and head down the hall to your room, hoping Bucky is still awake.

There is no light shining from beneath the door, so you open it quietly, tiptoeing in and closing it soundlessly. You go into the small kitchen and grab a large glass of water, heading toward your bedroom to see if Bucky is asleep. You peek in and notice the bed is empty but there is a small piece of paper on Bucky’s pillow. You grab it and read, “Sweetheart, I had to go down to the conference room to debrief with Steve and Clint, they just got back from the mission. I should be back in about thirty minutes, hope you’re still awake…Love you.”

Laying your head on the pillow you take a deep breath, inhaling the smell of Bucky and sighing in happiness. You decide to take a bath before getting in bed. Shedding your clothes, you head to the bathroom, running the water and adding some of your favorite bath bubbles.

The water is so warm and you’re so relaxed that you barely register Bucky returning and entering the bathroom. “There you are beautiful.” You nearly empty the tub when you jump, “holy shit, Buck, way to ruin my relaxing bath,” you half joke, half scold.

He just smiles, his eyes wandering over your naked body that is now more visible below the water, “want some company?” You turn the hot water back on, adding some more bubbles, “definitely.” He takes off his clothes as you watch, the heat of the water suddenly insignificant compared to how hot he makes you feel.

His cock is already half hard as he gets in the tub behind you, pulling you flush against his solid chest. He rubs your shoulders, working his hands down to your breasts as he massages the soft tissue. Your head falls back to his shoulder as he dips his metal hand between your legs.

“So wet for me already, baby, were you thinking about me all night?” he whispers against your ear as he runs a metal finger through your folds. You manage a small ‘mmmhmmm” lost in the pleasure of his hand as he inserts two fingers inside you.

His lips trail over your neck leaving soft and wet kisses wherever he can reach. His flesh hand continues kneading your breast, occasionally rolling the nipple between his fingers, “fuck, baby, I’m so close.” He brings his other hand down, gently rubbing it over your clit as he adds a third finger, his cock now hard and resting against your lower back.

You cum in a rush of curses, body writhing in the water as he draws out your orgasm. “Do you want my cock now baby, I know how much you love it.” Your eyes fly open at the cockiness in his voice, turning your body around to straddle his lap, “is that so, babe?” you ask, eyebrow raised.

He doesn’t answer you, grabbing your hips and rocking you back and forth along his length. You can’t help the moan that falls past your lips, “Bucky,” you warn, leaning down to kiss him. You can feel the smirk on his lips as he pulls you closer, lining himself up before slowly brining you down on his cock.

The water in the tub sloshes over the sides as your ride him, your hands gripping his shoulders tighter with every thrust. Bucky nips at your neck, his metal hand reaching up to lightly wrap around the delicate column. Your hands fly to his wrist, a silent request for him to squeeze harder.

He does as you ask, the added pressure causing your walls to clench around him as you soak his cock, “that’s it baby, cum for me” he praises. He follows you only moments later, his loud grunts echoing through the bathroom.

You lean against his chest, steadying your breathing as the water calms. “Wrap your legs around me,” he says, lifting you up and getting out of the tub. He pulls out and sets you down on the plush rug, grabbing the fluffiest towel and wrapping it around you.

Bucky wraps himself in a towel before picking you up once again and carrying you to bed. He lays you down on your back, discarding his towel and crawling over you, “I think I need a snack, doll. I worked up quite the appetite.”

“There are some snacks left over from tonight, we have popcorn, some chocolate chip cookies…,” you continue thinking as Bucky slowly unwraps your towel, kissing down your stomach. “Oh, and there are the brownies that Wanda made, they are so…ohhhhh,” you cry out at the first swipe of his tongue.

He looks up from between your legs, “those all sound great baby, but I think I found something much more delicious,” he says before his tongue flicks over your clit. Your hands grab his hair, pulling his face closer as you rock your hips into him, thinking aloud, “super soldier indeed.”

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meltwonu · 4 years

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grounded.

Pairing; Idol!Wonwoo x Non-Idol Reader

Genre; PWP...thas it rly. There’s mild plot but boy,,,, it rly be mild.

Word Count; 2257

Summary; Wonwoo can’t seem to focus lately while on tour and the members and staff seem to notice. Being forced to stay in their hotel room might seem to be an issue…fortunately it’s not.

Warnings; sub!wonwoo(o yeh bebby), spanking, reader is older than wonwoo(noona), riding, he mebbe ask u to spit in his mouth sorry, overstimulation babyyyy, unprotected sex(dont be silly, cover yer willy), a lil soft aftercare,,,, god what have I done

Notes; again, completely unedited, it prolly sucks but y’kno. AHAAAA I rly love indulging in sub!svt as much as I love dom!svt, i just want a man to beg once in a while u kno????u feel me????and i wanna be taking care of a b!tch sometimes u kno????

The door slams behind him harder than he anticipates and he grimaces when he feels it reverberate behind his back.

“Wonwoo, is that you?”

A sigh escapes past his lips, he knows he’s in for an earful as he sets his bag down on the floor next to the door and quietly toes his shoes off. Shrugging off his tour jacket, he throws it over the sofa and makes his way towards the single bedroom.

“Noona, I’m back…”, he starts. You can hear the defeated tone in his voice as you emerge from the bathroom only wearing a bathrobe and lingerie, arms crossed over your chest as you watch him make his way to the bed to sit down. “What did the managers say, Wonwoo? How much trouble are you in?” you inquire. You weren’t there to witness what exactly had gone down backstage; only hearing from a few of the stylists that the members and managers had pulled Wonwoo aside to ask what was going on for him to be so unfocused lately and how he might’ve gotten a little heated when he raised his voice at them. All the traveling and late nights had finally broken him down a bit, making him extremely tired and maybe a little homesick.

“Manager-hyungs told me I’m ‘grounded’ and that I can’t leave the hotel room until we leave to go home to Korea… They said I need to get some rest and maybe recenter myself since we still have a few more weeks of touring...'' he sighs, fingers coming up to make air quotes around the word ‘grounded’ as a pout forms on his lips. A chuckle escapes you, the thought of a grown adult being grounded just a tiny bit funny. Wonwoo falls back onto the bed, eyes closing for a brief moment.

“Noona, you’re not going to punish me too, are you? I feel like I’m gonna be so bored trapped in here…” he asks quietly.

You chew on the inside of your cheek for a second before pushing off the bathroom’s door frame. You cross the space between the bathroom and the bed within 4 quick strides and sit beside his spread out frame on the bed. “Well… If I’m being honest, ‘woo, maybe it’s good that you get some rest, y’know? You’ve all been filming in between all the concert stops… you’re exhausted. I know you want to play tonight but we’ll do it a little differently tonight, ok?” Your fingers thread through his hair gently, caressing his scalp as he leans into your touch. He nods, cheeks flushing a pretty pink.

“Baby boy, remind me what your safe word is before we start?”

“Clementine, noona, it’s clementine.”

“That’s my good baby boy. Now I want you to strip for me, and I want you ass up on the bed.” You tell him, kissing him on the lips for the first time that night. Confusion crossing his features before he slips off the bed to rid himself of his clothes. You pull off your bathrobe leaving yourself in your matching bra and panties as you watch Wonwoo strip, his toned and lean body making your mouth water. His half hard cock coming into view as he pulls down his jeans and underwear. “Oh? Is my baby boy already getting hard? Why is that, Wonwoo?” You tease, tongue coming out to lick your lips at the sight. “A-ah...I…,” he starts, adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps. He can’t finish his sentence, too excited about what’s to come. Wonwoo hesitates for a beat before he gets back on the bed, settling on his hands and knees as he stares hard into the bed sheets; his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. You’ve never asked him to be in this position before and he’s anxious of what will come but the thrill has his body going into overdrive, the dirty thoughts alone making his cock throb. His body jolts and the sudden touch of your hand on his ass, his breath stuttering.

“Now, baby boy, you’re going to count each spank I give you and if you behave, I’ll reward you. Am I clear? We’ll go up to 10,” You say, fingers massaging the skin as you wait for his response. He gulps again, “Y-yes, noona, I’ll b-be good…,” his fingers gripping the sheets a little harder. Your palm comes down on his ass, a sharp smack resonating in the quiet room as Wonwoo sucks in a breath.

“O-one, noona…,” Wonwoo starts.

You break into a smile as the skin on his ass starts to turn a bright cherry red. You continue to spank him, small moans and whimpers leaving his mouth as his cock becomes fully hard and drips pre-cum onto the bed sheets underneath him. His eyes blown wide, drool escaping past his lips as he gets lost in how good it feels. Slowly, he starts to sink into the bed, arms giving out as he leans his head onto the sheets. “Wonwoo, are you still with me? What number are we on, baby boy?” You still, hands massaging the skin noticing the way his frame is shaking slightly. “W-we’re...ah, on, s-seven… noon-ah...I-ngh…,” his mind is clouded, wanting nothing more than to just cum. Wonwoo’s body is sensitive, more than expected and especially after a long day of performing. He wants to rut against the bed, any sort of friction to give him the orgasm he was chasing. You almost feel bad for him, but he seems to enjoy the way your fingers massage the sensitive skin.

“Just a few more and then I’ll reward you, okay? You’re doing so well for me, baby.” You offer. He hums in acknowledgement as you bring your hand down for the last 3, Wonwoo’s back arching as he tries to hold off cumming untouched. He whimpers as you guide him onto his back, his ass sensitive from the spanking. “Noona, please, wanna c-cum…”, he whimpers out, fingers curling into the sheets underneath him. You chuckle, silently removing your bra and panties as you straddle his thighs. “Okay baby, I think you’ve been good and you’ve waited long enough, hmm??” He nods slowly, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he looks intently at you. “D-does noona want m-me to prep her?” This time you nod, guiding one of his hands to your core as a gasp leaves your lips at him touching you for the first time all night.

Wonwoo eases in a finger into you, noticing how wet you already are and smiles. “Oh? Noona is already this wet just from spanking me?” he chuckles. He pumps the digit, slowly adding another one as he preps you. “Bold of you to get cocky with me, ‘woo. Weren’t you the one just getting hard from getting spanked?” You retort, a slight pout forming on his lips. You’ve got him there, he thinks, thrusting his fingers a little harder as a reply. Wonwoo makes a good sub on most days, although once in a while he likes to get a little bratty with you when he’s feeling playful...or really just wants you to be rougher with him, either way… you don’t mind.

You tug on his arm, his fingers slipping from inside of you as you position yourself over his cock, letting it slide through your folds as his fingers go to grip your hips. Wonwoo groans, hips bucking up into you, letting himself feel how wet and warm you were. You let this go on for a minute, admiring his already fucked out expression.

“Hmm… you’re so worked up, baby. Think you can last me fucking you?” You ask.

He stops his movements and looks up at you, biting his lip. “Noona...I-I really…really want y-you to ride me, p-please…please.” he begs. You lean down to kiss him on the lips, your fingers teasing his nipples as he groans. You use that moment to slide your tongue into his mouth, his eyes sliding shut at the sensation.

Once you pull back, you pull his glasses off as well, tossing them to the side as he tries to focus his eyes on you. “Noona, but I can’t--” “You don’t need to see me to feel me, baby.” You cut him off. She’s right, he thinks. You position his cock at your entrance and slowly lower yourself onto him, clenching around him immediately at how good he feels inside of you. Wonwoo is already at his limit, mentally willing himself to not cum after being inside of you for literally 5 seconds. But once he’s fully seated inside of you, he finds it hard to control himself. You were so warm and wet, and tight. Wonwoo’s fingers grip your hips a little tighter as he plants his feet straight onto the bed and begins thrusting up into you, making you bounce on his lap.

“Noona, I c-can’t… I don’t th-think I can hold o-on I’m, I ne--eed, I’m, I want to c-cum,” he cries. There’s tears welling up at the corner of his eyes already, his thrusts getting sloppy as he chases his high. You let him, he’s been good anyway and you love seeing Wonwoo so fucked out like this. Wonwoo is so pretty when he begs. He whimpers out your name, body tensing up as he cums inside of you. You clench around him, letting him ride out his orgasm before he slumps against the bed, his fingers losing the grip on your hips. He sighs contentedly, fingers wiping the tears out of his eyes.

“Is my baby boy satisfied?”

Wonwoo nods, making eye contact with you. “W-wait but noona didn’t cum yet…” he says softly. You grin, clenching around him again. He moans, a shiver running up his spine as you grind down onto his lap. “Ah, wait, noona, give me a second I don’t think I c-can--ahh,” he exclaims. You continue to grind down onto him, his fingers digging into your thighs this time as he fights through the pain of being overstimulated. There’s tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he finds himself trying to thrust up into you once again. “N-Noona, I’m so sen-s--sensitive, please, I, I,” Wonwoo whimpers. You slow down, leaning down to run your fingers through his hair.

“Do you want me to stop, baby? Do you remember your safe word, ‘woo?”

Wonwoo catches his breath for a second, his bleary eyes peeking up at you through his wet lashes. “I d-don’t want you to stop, n-noona. I wanna feel good again…” he whispers. You pick up the pace, hips swiveling atop his own, this time chasing your own high. Your fingers dip down, playing with your clit as you stare down at Wonwoo’s face. His eyes are on you, his mouth agape as he watches you ride him.

“Noona, do you t-think you can…,mm, ah, s-spit in my m-mouth, I wanna...wanna t-try it…” he asks.

Wonwoo is shy, a blush running down his body as he diverts his eyes from you. He’s never asked for something like that before, but he was curious and willing. You gush around him, fuck that’s so hot, you think. Nodding, you reply, “Open your mouth, baby.” He complies, shying opening his mouth as you lean over his face, letting your spit drop directly down into his awaiting mouth. Wonwoo closes his mouth, swallowing. “Th-thank you, noona.”

You want to scream, fuck he’s so cute, you mentally exclaim. You rub your clit faster, bouncing on Wonwoo’s cock quicker as you feel your orgasm coming. It’s nothing but moans and whimpers as Wonwoo also chases his second orgasm, a shiver running up his spine as he feels you cum on his cock. You whimper out his name like a mantra as you ride out your high, feeling Wonwoo cumming inside you again.

This time when Wonwoo loses his grip on you, he’s completely spent. He feels boneless against the sheets and feels lightheaded at everything he’s felt tonight, his arms falling back onto the sheets with a dull thud. You smile and kiss his forehead, getting up from his lap as you feel his cum sliding down your thighs. You praise him, telling how well he did and how he was so so so good for you. “Wonwoo, baby, you still with me?” There’s a fraction of movement of his head, barely acknowledging that you’re speaking to him. This time you play with his hair as he leans into your touch, his eyes drooping slightly from tiredness. “‘Woo, honey, talk to me okay? Can you tell me who’s the leader of Seventeen?” This time he huffs, chuckling, “You’re really gonna make me say Seungcheol-hyung’s name after you thoroughly fucked and overstimulated me?”

The two of you share a laugh as you get up from the bed, walking to the bathroom to get a warm towel and a glass of water on your way back to the bed. You get Wonwoo to drink the glass of water as you bring the towel down to wipe down his thighs, a choked noise coming from him as you pull your hand back. Wonwoo puts the, now, empty glass of water and finds his glasses that were haphazardly thrown onto the sheets and slides them onto his blushing face.

“A-actually, noona, do you think you can run me a bubble bath? Wanna soak in it with you...” Wonwoo asks quietly.

Fuck, he’s really REALLY cute, you think.

“Of course baby, did you want the pink bubble bath or the blue one?”

#wonwoo smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #jeon wonwoo #seventeen fic #jeon wonwoo smut #sub!svt #sub!seventeen #idr know what to tag this but we'll find out as we go #I have SINNED and it is DONE

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taelme · 4 years

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Boyfriend!Eric

request: Hello, can you make a fluffy date scenario with eric from the boyz

genre: established relationship!au, boyfriend!Eric, school!au ( just a cute lil fluffy amusement park date with eric! )

pairing/s: Eric / Reader (ft mentions of Sunwoo)

word count: 4k

tw: none!! pure fluff

How do you know you're in deep?

The answer seemed simple, straightforward almost, to everyone around him. I mean, it was everywhere. Those buzzfeed quizzes that would tell you if you're crushing hard on someone, or those 'Are you really in love with them?' magazine columns he saw at the hairdressers. Even the 'How to tell you're in love, according to science' articles he would chance upon online.

Eric wasn't a stranger to them, having been sent them many times by his friends who had loved to make fun of just how in love he was with you, but Eric would always claim that his love for you was different, (which usually just elicited more teasing from them). He was always insistent that it was something the articles would never be able to summarise accurately, which was why he’d figured he’d be better off coming up with his own list. His own hand-picked (quite literally) list to justify why, or how he knew that he was just so…crazy about you.

Firstly, he knew that he loved being with you, no matter what you were doing, and he knew that time with you, was definitely time well spent to him.

"There's no escape now, I've got you booked for the whole day. Tell Sunwoo to leave you alone,” he spoke over his shoulder as he was busy leading you into the park, “say you’re busy spending your well-deserved, long-awaited quality time with your boyfriend.”

There was a trace of triumphance to his tone as he pulled you into one of the first stores near the entrance. The smell of too-sweet caramel popcorn took your attention away from your phone as you glanced around the shop, Eric practically bulldozing towards the cashier.

It was your idea to go to the amusement park for a date, since all those articles on how to ‘spice up your relationship’ were starting to get to you, a tiny fear in you that Eric was bored of just hanging out at cafés or either of your houses as dates.

"Sunwoo's asking about our project, it's important," you dismissed his request, "and don't get too much, we're not eating popcorn for lunch," you gave him a knowing look, turning your stare back to your texts, mumbling as you tried to read what Sunwoo had sent you.

"Should I get the medium or the large size?" Eric hummed, "large, right?"

You hummed, preoccupied with your phone, typing out your reply to Sunwoo.

10:56am -yeah the formatting is correct, u can go ahead and submit it, i checked to make sure all our info was inside this morning already-

"Hey, did you hear me?"

You shoved your phone in your pocket, looking up to be met with a very pouty Eric, pointing at the glass casings holding the popcorn, pulling his finger back with a hiss when it'd gotten too hot to touch.

Huffing, you'd pressed your lips together tightly, your hand coming up to cover your mouth.

"Don't laugh, that really hurt," Eric huffed, holding his reddening fingertip up to show you, though he couldn't help but smile as well.

You hummed in acknowledgement, "wouldn't have happened if you were paying attention."

Eric gave you a feigned look of malice, reaching his hand out to grab yours, caging you in a hug (you'd desperately tried to peel him off at the sight of the cashier's smile), "how could I? I was too busy paying attention to you not paying attention to me."

Rolling your eyes, you'd turned around in his hold, so his hands were resting on the small of your back, scrunching your nose up and gesturing to the popcorn cases, "medium."

"I knew you were gonna say that,” Eric grinned, (finally) letting go of you and turning to the cashier with a smile, his voice raising in pitch as he spoke to them, his ‘stranger’ voice, you liked to call it.

"Hi, can I get um the caramel popcorn? Medium sized, please," pulling his beat-up wallet from his pocket and fishing whatever spare change he had inside, making you shoot him a look.

"Sorry," you apologised to the cashier on his behalf, the sight of the amount of coins Eric was pulling out making you avert your gaze, pretending to be busy with looking at the little plastic buckets they would give for bigger orders.

"Have a nice day," you heard the cashier speak, turning back to Eric who had taken the packet from the cashier, already opening it as he nodded his head at them.

"Thank you, you too," he greeted.

On your way out of the shop, you'd grabbed a map of the theme park, spreading it open as Eric had very unceremoniously shoved the popcorn against your lips, making you open them absently as you focused on the map.

“We could go to the rides at the far end first, ‘cause those tend to get crowded quickly…” you hummed, using your finger to plan out a route in your head.

Eyeing you curiously, Eric couldn’t help but wrack his brain for options on how to make the most of his day with you, and he figured step one would be getting your attention off that map you were so busy studying.

Waving the bag of popcorn over the map, blurring the sight of it for you, Eric tried not to grin too much when he’d successfully directed your attention towards him, despite the small sulky pout on your lips.

“They have a dinosaur show in 10 minutes,” you told him, thinking you’d managed to direct his attention away from your map when you earned a wide-eyed look from him, only to have him pull the map from your hands swiftly, folding it back and shoving it into his pocket.

“No more map, please,” he pouted, still shoving popcorn into his mouth, “c’mon, I’ve been to this place a thousand times! And it’s been a while since we actually went out for a date,” he gave you a pleading look as he was already headed towards the Jurassic Park area.

“Let’s just do whatever we want today, okay? And not worry about the long lines, or where the bathroom is because there’s literally a bathroom every five steps you walk here. Don’t worry, okay? Let’s just…have fun, hmm?”

Eric held up a piece of popcorn just in front of your lips as a peace offering, and you had to admit, his offer was very tempting. It had been a while since you’d just let yourself be in the moment with him without worrying about making things perfect, maybe today would be one of those days.

Taking hold of his wrist gently, you’d let him feed you the popcorn as a silent sign of agreement, his smile growing as you did so.

“Thank you," he murmured,

Secondly, this wasn't anything from a magazine, but you knew Eric was a sucker for cute things. And maybe, he was finding that you took the top place on that list of cute things.

You tugged gently on the fabric of Eric’s hoodie, him turning to you with raised eyebrows.

“Hey, um... don’t you think it’d be a better idea to just like...skip this ride and get something to eat?” you blurted out.

Eric gave you a look, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips as he gave you a thoughtful shrug, his arms going to grab the railing you were leaning against, caging you in place.

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea, but weren’t you just talking about how full you were?” he winced. Eric could see right through you, you always loved this ride when you were done riding it, but it was always the waiting that got the better of you.

“Yeah, you know, maybe I’m just not in the mood for all that zombie business today,” you huffed sheepishly, directing your gaze towards his necklace, not wanting to let your imagination get carried away the more you looked at the creepy decorations and the eerie music they were playing.

Eric shook his head, “It’s fine, it’s just the long wait that’s making you nervous. Don't be scared, it’s not real,” he couldn’t help but giggle, making you writhe in place, your anxiousness making you want to move around. He would never admit this to you, but he was getting a little creeped out by the lack of proper lighting in the place, but being with you was making it a lot less nerve-racking for him.

“I know, I just hate the atmosphere,” you glanced at the picture of the too-realistic zombie behind Eric, “just wish the line would just move faster,” you sighed.

This made Eric scrunch his nose out of sheer affection for you, giving you a nod. Pausing for a mere moment, Eric couldn’t help but grab your waist abruptly, letting out a small shout to scare you, making you jump with a yelp, attracting looks of curiosity from the people waiting on either side of you.

You tilted your head back, slumping against the railing and feeling as though your energy had just dissipated from your body, letting out a frustrated whine, yet being able to laugh at yourself for how startled you’d gotten.

“I hate you,” you sighed, making Eric scrunch his nose, his hand coming up to smooth down your hair where it had gotten messed up in your shock, “It’s not funny,” you huffed.

Your glare hadn’t stopped Eric from laughing, simply shaking his head and nodding patronisingly at you, something in him reminding himself not to let himself get too carried away with how you leaned into his touch ever so slightly as he smoothed your hair down.

“It’s a little funny, you gotta admit," he insisted, “you're cute.”

You shook your head, despite the good-natured smile on your face, "yeah, and you're mean."

Later on, when you were being ushered to take your seat on the ride, you’d initially gone in first, the anticipation of the ride making you look at Eric with a panicked look on your face, making Eric’s lips pull into a smile.

“Got it,” he chuckled, letting you go over him as he swapped seats with you.

“Are you scared?” You heard him ask, already being able to feel your heart’s rapid beats in your chest, feeling as though it was about to burst with how hard it was pounding, nodding at him as you pushed the safety bar down even more, desperate for something to hold on to to feel more secure.

If Eric wasn’t mildly scared himself, he would’ve found the sight a thousand times more endearing than he already did, simply holding his hand out for you to take, making you let out a shaky sigh, taking his hand, sparing him a glance as he rolled his shoulders back, his other hand fiddling with his hair.

You’d felt him start to drum his fingers on your knuckles just as the ride had started to move.

“It’s starting, it’s starting,” he teased, more preoccupied with looking at your reaction than the ride, his ring on his other hand making a clinking noise as he tapped the seatbelt, fairly amused at the way you’d scrunched your eyes shut as you approached the drop.

Eric couldn’t help but laugh during the ride, his laughter oddly sticking out amongst the others on the ride who were (similarly to you) screaming their heads off, the way you were holding onto his hand for dear life and laughing in spite of yourself seeming awfully endearing to him.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” he’d told you after the ride, the look on your face and the mess of your hair making Eric’s hand come up to pinch your cheek gently, taking his lower lip between his teeth as he shook his head at you.

You let out a sigh, nodding, a smile slowly making your way onto your face, still not letting go of his hand, “can we go take a break now? My legs feel like jelly.”

Eric swooned internally, nodding at you, he was sure those love quizzes were starting to get to him, feeling as though his feelings for you were only growing with each passing day of being your boyfriend.

“Of course, cutie.”

You let out a strangled sound of embarrassment, "you're gross, Eric."

Thirdly, Eric liked having plans, he did well with plans, it made him feel safer in a sense, knowing that there was a sense of order to the events of his day, but for some reason, whenever he was with you, that didn’t seem to matter as much.

“Shit, Eric, it’s raining,” you’d glanced out the window of the little retro themed ice cream shop you were currently grabbing a snack with Eric at, your tone doing nothing to hide your disappointment.

Eric was mid-bite (yes, bite) into his ice cream, glancing out at the window and watching the rain beating against the paved road yet not feeling as disappointed as he thought he would have felt.

“Sorry,” you frowned, “I knew we said we’d just have fun here for the whole day but now that it’s raining…” you munched on your ice cream cone with a small sigh, your shoulders slouched as you glared outside the window.

You knew this would most likely end you up back at your house, watching movies with Eric like any time the both of you hung out, which had only served to make you feel more disappointed.

Eric let out an amused huff through his nose, licking the ice cream off of his lips and tilting his head at you in an awfully calm manner.

You weren’t sure what to make of it, feeling bad for the fact that you seemed to be a lot more upset about it than he was, your eyes widening and eyebrows raising expectantly as you awaited his response.

“It’s okay, you know, we’re still spending time together,” he offered, “why don’t we take a bus back? By the time we get back the rain would probably have stopped, and we could just watch something on the bus to kill time.” Shrugging, he’d given you a reassuring smile, finishing up his ice cream before he reached over to take a wet tissue from the packet you’d left on the table.

You were glad for Eric in times like this, for how he’d reminded you that things like these weren’t the end of the world, and how he’d managed to stir in you that familiar feeling of reassurance that you were so used to feeling whenever you were with him.

You threw aside whatever disappointment you had left in you, giving him a decisive nod, mirroring the smile he gave you unconsciously.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

And so that was what had resulted in the both of you running to the bus stop outside the theme park, giggling uncontrollably as the rain had pattered against your heads. Eric trying (but failing) to cover your head with his hand as you ran, making you burst into another bout of laughter when his efforts proved futile.

You were both already starting to slow down, tired from running. Turning to look at the bus that was approaching, you frowned, "wait, isn't that our bus?"

Eric squinted, letting out a groan when he realised that it definitely was your bus.

"Think we can make it if we run?" he asked, already increasing his walking pace.

"I guess, okay, let's do it."

"Okay, go!"

The two of you had only ran faster, panting and smiling like a pair of idiots upon boarding the bus just in time, turning to greet the bus driver with a brief nod as you paid your fare.

Grabbing your hand, he'd led you to a seat near the back of the bus, taking the window seat and pulling you down to sit next to him, already taking his phone and his earbuds out from his pocket.

"Music or movie?"

You hummed, shrugging, "both sound fine to me."

Eric pressed his lips together firmly in thought jutting them out in a slight pucker, "okay, pick left or right," he'd held his hand out, showing you two of his fingers.

"This one," you tapped his index finger, earning a satisfied hum from him.

"Movie it is, then."

Knowing Eric, there were only a select few movies he'd downloaded on his phone, and most of them were thriller movies. But even despite that, you'd found yourself starting to grow tired as you watched the movie, Eric's focused demeanour serving to make you feel even more calm, the moving of the bus starting to lull you into sleep.

Eric had turned to you at one of the particularly exciting parts, a small smile playing at his lips when he saw the way your head was leaning forward, your eyes closed and your arm growing limp from where it was linked with his.

Raising his hand carefully, he'd pushed your head gently, letting you rest your head upon his shoulder, feeling you stir awake, lifting your head and blinking at him in confusion.

"It's okay," he whispered, not even sure why he was whispering as he'd pushed your head back onto his shoulder, his thumb smoothing over your hair gently, making you lean into him more, unapologetically using him as your pillow.

Eric had expected himself to be a tired once you'd reached your house, but on the contrary, he'd still wanted to spend time with you, but once he was all showered and ready to cuddle with you while watching movies, you'd gotten emergency emails and texts from Sunwoo asking for help with your project.

"Aren't there like three other people in your group?" he asked you, earning a tired nod from you.

"Yeah, but they're kind of... missing, right now."

Eric nodded, understanding your situation, strangely not feeling as upset about the unpredictability of today once again.

"It's okay, you can do what you need to do, i'll just entertain myself in the meantime," Eric told you, waving you off as you took your seat at the dining table with your laptop, leaving Eric to laze on your sofa finding entertaining shows to watch.

"You're not gonna find much, there's nothing really exciting on at this time of the day, why don't you try Netflix?" you told him from where you sat at the living room, being able to see the television switching between channels every few seconds.

Eric groaned, "quick, do your work so you can come here and choose with me," he murmured in a painfully bored tone, drumming his fingertips on his cheeks as he browsed channels.

Halfway, through fixing the missing paragraphs in the document Sunwoo had sent you, you'd let out a huff of breathy laughter when you realised he'd settled on watching reruns of 'Wheel of Fortune'.

In between trying to figure out why a 'horseshoe above the door' would be something he could find around the house, Eric couldn't help but glance in your direction ever so often, trying to gauge how done you were with your work from your expression.

"I'm so bored," he called, sighing as he watched you laugh from where you were, not turning away from your computer as you typed rapidly.

"Uh-huh, hold on, I'll be right there," you hummed, busy trying to send the various files over to Sunwoo for him to do a final check, (it wasn't as if your other group mates were being very helpful right now) hoping nothing would disappear this time.

"Okay, I think i'm done!" you sighed, pushing your chair back and shutting your laptop gently.

Eric, however, was too busy trying to figure out what vowels he was missing, oblivious to your announcement.

Shifting in his position on the sofa, Eric had spotted you coming towards where he lay on the sofa, leaning over the back of the sofa to give him a smile.

Nothing in any article or buzzfeed quiz or love magazine column would have prepared him for the way his heart skipped at the sight of you.

Screw the list, Eric thought, all he knew was that when he looked at you, he felt such a wide range of things that he couldn't place, and he didn't need a list to tell him that he was completely, utterly gone for you.

Nudging his glasses higher on his nose bridge, he gave you a small smile, his hoodie over his head as he lay on your sofa. Stretching his arms out, he'd grabbed hold of your arm, pulling you over the back of the sofa so you'd (quite literally) fallen into his arms with a yelp.

"Took you long enough," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

"Sorry, in my defence I did tell Sunwoo that today was for me to spend my... what did you say this morning? long-awaited quality time with my boyfriend?"

Eric nodded as you lifted your shoulders off of him to get a better look at him, "yes, well-deserved too."

"Uh-huh, but you know, he needed my help, so I didn't have much of a choice," you added, searching his expression for any sign that he was upset from today not going to plan.

You huffed, "I'm still sorry about today, I know it was my idea to go to the amusement park and everything, you know, for a change of scenery and all," you told him, bringing your hands up to rest on his chest, drumming your fingers on his chest as you spoke.

"And, you know, I keep seeing these things online about like you know cool date ideas to keep the relationship exciting and stuff like that," your voice trailed off into a mumble, making Eric's shoulders shake with laughter, one of his hands coming up to play with his hair as the other cupped your face, thumb caressing your cheek soothingly.

Eric wanted to laugh, "guess we've both been a bit messed up by those articles, huh."

You frowned, raising your eyebrows in confusion, making him shake his head in dismissal.

"You know what? Heck the articles. I love spending time with you like this," he told you, his hand letting go of his hair so it fell back messy on his head, bringing it to rub your shoulder gently.

"Because it's private, for one," he murmured, "there's no Sunwoo to bother us, well, not anymore at least," he added as an afterthought, "but most of all because I'm happy."

"I could do nothing with you and be happy," he smiled, scrunching his nose up at you, the small gesture accompanied with his words making you flush.

You'd wanted to bury your head into his chest to escape his gaze, though you'd simply given him a small shy smile, nodding at him.

"Me too," you huffed.

And maybe that all Eric needed to solidify the fact that he was in deep, and he realised that maybe it wasn’t as complicated as he thought it was.

Whatever it was, revelation or not, Eric didn't really care at the moment, his hand going to the back of your neck gently as he directed your head towards his, thankfully you'd gotten the hint, leaning over to save him half the work and pressing your lips against his.

Your hand made your way to his hair, running your fingers through them as you felt him smile into the kiss, pressing one last kiss to your lips before you pulled away.

Turning just briefly, you were about to rest your head on his chest when he'd yelped abruptly.

"Backyard barbecue!" he shouted, just as the contestant on the show had asked for a letter 'b', seeing that he really was correct as the contestant solved the puzzle.

You shot him a look, an amused smile on your face as he turned back to you, giving you a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, ruined the mood, didn't I?" he asked, making you giggle, shaking your head as you rest your head back onto his chest, his arms interlocked and resting on your back comfortably.

"Nope, It's very...you. And i'm more than fine with that."

Eric grinned, quirking an eyebrow at you curiously, "really? C'mere lemme get the mood back."

You lifted your head only to be met with a swarm of kisses to your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your forehead, and your lips, making you laugh, both from the ticklish sensation and your flustered state.

Yeah, screw the articles. The both of you were more than fine with this.

"So much for 'setting the mood', huh?"

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A Court of Nightmares and Starlight //Chapter 6//

(Chapter one) (Chapter two) (Chapter three) (Chapter four) (Chapter five) (Chapter six) (Chapter seven) (Chapter eight) (Chapter nine) (Chapter ten)

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“Are you absolutely sure it's a boy?” Rhys asked me as we lay entangled in bed, his ear pressed against my bare stomach and his hand splayed just below my navel.

I giggled as I ran my fingers through his raven locks. In the week since I announced my pregnancy, he asked me different versions of the same question. His hands also seemed to have become permanently glued to my stomach; along with his ears and lips. Every chance he had, Rhys would try and get as close to the baby as possible—which I welcomed, absolutely content with how devoted he was. The morning after Starfall, Rhys insisted we visit Madja’s clinic in Velaris—determined to learn anything and everything there was to know about pregnancy and what it would entail for me. The healer happily obliged, and informed us both of what the next eight and a half months would look like. Not only was a high fae pregnancy longer than a human’s, but as with other fae ailments, any symptoms and risks I faced might be amplified.

There were the normal symptoms I was already accustomed to: nausea, vomiting, fatigue, and others I would soon face: backaches, swelling in my hands, face, and feet, and occasional headaches. Hearing about those symptoms didn’t cause any alarm, they were common and unfortunately came hand-in-hand with creating a new life. Madja also said that every female experienced her pregnancy differently; some had severe complications and had to be on strict bed rest, while others hardly experienced anything other than a few minor discomforts. I hoped for the latter of the two.

It was hearing about the risks, which included a small chance of bleeding that could lead to a miscarriage while we were still in an early phase, that made me nervous and caused Rhys to enter in a full-blown defensive mode. Any prior protective behavior he was experiencing before now intensified with his innate need to safeguard me and the baby. Madja assured us that this behavior was expected and normal between mates; with females in such a vulnerable condition, a male’s instinct was always to protect his mate and their offspring. To his credit, Rhys offered a sheepish grin along with an apology in advance. Having already witnessed what he was like after we were freshly mated, and how he managed to reign himself in, I knew most of it was beyond his control.

However, I welcomed some of his coddling after my unpleasant symptoms returned a day after our visit with Madja, and fluctuated throughout the week. The extreme fatigue seemed to be a permanent state I would stay in for the duration of my pregnancy, but I pleaded to the Mother that my nausea spells would soon cease. It was torture being unable to leave my room for periods of time throughout the day. Unfortunately, there was no predicting when the queasiness would hit, so for the time being I would have to bear with it and hope none of the others would notice and wonder why my seemingly mysterious illness still remained.

Rhys and I decided to hold off on revealing the news to our friends and my sisters until we were out of the realm of possibility for a miscarriage. Madja reassured me that the chances were slim and divulged that although it was difficult for high fae to conceive, it was also difficult to lose a pregnancy. In spite of my relief, I didn’t want to take any chances and asked the healer for all recommendations on how to stay as healthy as possible.

So, along with the prenatal herbal teas she initially prescribed, she also ordered that I immediately put a halt to my morning training sessions with Cassian—which Rhys whole-heartedly agreed with, much to my chagrin. As much as I enjoyed being active, however, I knew fainting after only a couple of minutes of basic punching forms was a sign that I should be taking it easier. My body was now working overtime to provide not only for myself, but for a baby that was growing more and more by the day. Instead, Madja suggested I take more time to rest and relax, to allow myself more free time for leisure activities like my painting. Knowing my concerns, and guilt, over becoming stagnant, Rhys promised my duties as High Lady wouldn’t be affected—which left me relieved.

However, as much as my mate knew how capable I was of tending to my regular duties as High Lady, I couldn’t help but be amused at how much he insisted on spoiling me. He now reserved the right to tend to my every want and need; whether I was weary or not, Rhys began to wait on my hand and foot under the guise that since I was carrying his child, he would carry everything else. I appreciated it most whenever I was feeling particularly nauseated or drained, but I drew the line whenever he tried to spoon feed me my meals—I still maintained my irritation for it, no matter how much of a mother hen he was going to be for the duration of my pregnancy. I also valued it on morning’s like today when I had awoken with little to no desire to leave the comforts of our bed—whether it was from my overwhelming fatigue or not.

“Yes, the Bone Carver appeared to me as our firstborn. A miniature version of you,” I answered with a sigh of mock exasperation.

“And you’re sure this mini-me didn’t happen to actually have long hair or maybe more feminine features? It is dark in the prison, afterall, maybe you missed a couple of details,” he tried to reason, raising his head to look at me.

“I showed you what he looked like,” I laughed.

“Ah yes, but I saw through your eyes Feyre darling. So to clarify the vision, I have to rely on the original source. In this case, that’s you,” he said, his grin positively feline.

I grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it as I laughed, “Smartass.”

His grin remained as he braced himself against my stomach playfully, “Careful darling, you’ll hurt the baby,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes and hit him again as he laughed, “It’s a boy. Maybe the next one will be a girl.”

“Next one?” He asked, his violet eyes lit up as they met mine with raised and amused brows.

“We’ll see. Let’s focus on our son first,” I said.

His chuckle reverberated through me as he pressed his ear to my still-flat stomach. Despite no growth progress being made on my pregnant belly, he was obsessed.

“I want him to know I’m here,” Rhys answered before I could ask; double checking to make sure that my mental shields were intact.

“He knows,” I said as I continued to brush my fingers through his hair. “He was calling out to you for weeks before either of us realized he was there.”

During our visit, I had Madja explain the mystery behind the faint glimmer that fluttered between us. The ancient inkling that existed between mates as a confirmation that they had successfully procreated. Rhys was in awe of the information, and hoped the glimmer would remain throughout the months. So far, my little glimmering baby was silent—perhaps reveling in finally being noticed.

“Still, it’s never too early to bond with my son,” he said with a grin as he pressed a chaste kiss to my stomach before subsequently moving from his spot and hovering above me. “Are you feeling well enough to have breakfast with everyone, or shall I bring you breakfast in bed?”

I sighed as I held his arms, lightly tracing the pattern of his tattoos as I debated, “I could honestly sleep for another couple of hours. You should go, let everyone know I’m okay,” I answered.

“I’m beginning to run out of excuses to explain why their High Lady has been so inclined to not leave her room.”

I hesitated, realizing how hard it actually was to keep up the deceit. A part of me knew Mor was suspicious of something already, having guessed Cauldron-knew-what on Starfall. The others I couldn’t even begin to guess what assumptions they made.

“Should we just tell them?” I asked. “I know we wanted to wait a little while longer, but it just doesn’t feel right to keep giving excuse after excuse.”

Rhys nodded in agreement, “I’m pretty sure Cassian and Azriel know something, but they have too much respect for your privacy to pry it out of me.”

I laughed and sighed tiredly, “Do you think they’ll be excited?” I asked.

He smirked, “Well I don’t think they’ll be disappointed.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away before sitting up as he chuckled. He caught my wrist carefully before I could get up from the bed, “I think they’ll be more than happy to hear there will soon be a new member of our Inner Circle,” he said.

I smiled, “He’s going to be spoiled, isn’t he?”

“Rotten, my love.” He replied as I laughed.

I didn’t realize how nervous I would actually be until we sat down for breakfast. Our morning routine was proceeding as normal—everyone gathering in our grand dining hall, another room I was particularly proud of in the estate. I planned for it to be large enough to fit all of us comfortably, and took extra consideration for the Illyrian brothers and their mighty wings.

I took comfort in seeing everyone in their customary morning moods; Amren and Mor chattering over a new line of jewelry on display at their favorite shop at the Palace of Thread and Jewels, Elain displaying a book of pressed flowers she had been collecting to Azriel—who actually requested to see it the night before, and Nesta keeping a watchful eye on the pair while Cassian engaged her in some kind of boastful conversation. I was actually surprised to see how close they were sitting together without Nesta having a sneer on her face. I tried to remember the last time it was she even looked at him with a sneer at all.

Getting distracted, my love? Rhys asked down the bond.

I glanced at him and took a sip from my glass of orange juice. What, should I just blurt it out while they aren’t paying attention?

Why not?

I paused. Really?

If you don’t, then perhaps I will.

I blinked and opened my mouth to say it, but when the words refused to come out, Rhys grinned mischievously before simply turning in his seat and said, “Feyre darling is pregnant.”

Everyone’s eyes instantly turned to me and I blushed under their collective gaze. There was quiet for little more than two heartbeats before Mor and Elain’s high-pitched squeals met the air and the sounds of chairs scraping the floor filled the room as everyone moved. Mor was the first to reach me as she threw her arms around me in a warm embrace.

“Oh, I knew it, I knew it!” She cheered as she hugged me and my eyes burned as she pulled away, Elain wrapping me in her arms next.

“I can’t believe it, Feyre, you’re going to have a baby!” she exclaimed, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Azriel and Cassian congratulating Rhys with clasps on the shoulder.

I laughed aloud when Cassian wrapped an arm around his shoulder and wrestled him around, “I knew you had it in you Rhysie!” he exclaimed as Azriel nodded his approval.

Just as the shadowsinger turned his attention to me and took a step in my direction to congratulate me, Rhys was out of Cassian’s hold and in his path—blocking him from getting to me with a deadly snarl on his lips.

Cassian barked a laugh and slapped a hand on Rhys’s tense shoulder, “Is this a second version of that mating bond rearing its ugly head?” he taunted.

Before Rhys could turn that snarl towards Cassian, I touched his other shoulder gently in an attempt to calm his feral temper. Almost instantly, he relaxed as his gaze drifted to my stomach and shrugged Cassian’s hand away.

“Madja warned us that this might happen,” I said, “But I’d prefer you two not destroy this room.”

“We can always have it out in the training pit later, Rhysie.” Cassian goaded, cracking his knuckles with a wicked grin.

Rhys squared his shoulders as his hand came to rest on the small of my back, “I’m fine here.”

“A typical male guarding his offspring,” Amren said coolly, and I was grateful for the attempt to lighten the animosity that briefly began to brew. “Congratulations girl. It’s about time our group is graced by a youngling’s presence, it’ll be a welcome change around here.”

“How far along are you?” Nesta asked, and I was surprised to see her standing beside Cassian, not realizing she had made her way over during the hostile interaction with Rhys, instead of attempting to shield Elain.

“Almost three months now,” I answered, my hand coming to rest on my flat stomach. “I found out the day before Starfall.”

“Aha! I told you!” Mor cheered as she turned to Cassian and Azriel.

Cassian swore under his breath and Az dipped his head in acknowledgement, and I balked. “What’re you talking about?”

“We all made a bet on how long it would take for you guys to announce it. I gave it a week, Cass bet two, and Az bet you would be half-way along before you told us. Which means I won!” Mor sang excitedly.

“I lost the minute his darkness over here didn’t shout it from the rooftop after you told him,” Amren revealed nonchalantly, motioning to Rhys.

“Wait, you all knew?” I asked, bewildered.

“Are you kidding? I smelled it on you the minute we came back from the mountains,” Cassian admitted, “I’m surprised Rhys didn’t, with him being your mate and all.”

“To be fair, a part of me did know, but until Feyre was fully aware herself, I wasn’t going to raise any suspicion,” Rhys said nonchalantly, and I could feel his attempt to tame his preternatural instincts in order to avoid giving into Cassian’s baiting.

“So, this wasn’t really news then?” I asked, unable to hide my disappointment.

“It was for me,” Elain interjected, grabbing my hands gently with a smile, “I had no idea, and I’m so happy Feyre.”

“I didn’t know either,” Nesta added, and I was astonished to see a formal look of support on her lovely face.

Elain embraced me again as my eyes burned. They were all happy for us, and as Amren mentioned earlier, a baby would soon be welcomed by everyone here. I tried not to let the tears fall as I imagined my son being held in each of their arms. I sniffed as I stepped back from Elain’s arms and blinked in surprise when I saw Amren, Mor, Azriel and Cassian standing together before me and bowed with their hands over their hearts—just as they had done years ago after Rhys and I were newly mated.

“Our vow of service and protection is extended to the child you carry; our future High Lord of the Night Court.” Mor explained before I could question them.

“Or the future High Lady,” Cassian said with a wink.

I glanced at Rhys as he slid his hand back onto the small of my back, and without the need to communicate through the bond we knew we would keep that revelation a secret.

“This is normally a tradition sworn to the High Lord, but seeing as you are our High Lady, and the one who is actually doing all the work, we pledge our vow to you and your child.” Amren continued.

My heart tightened and my face flushed as they all stood as one, their hands still on their hearts. I captured the image in my mind, imagining what colors of paint I would need later and the exact canvas I would use to commemorate this moment forever. Sworn protectors of the Night.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice still thick with the unshed tears.

Mor grinned and came up to envelop me in another hug, “Your emotions are going to be all over the place now! You don’t have to worry about holding back, we all understand,” she crooned and I laughed with a sob.

“I’ll admit, I’ve never really been around pregnant females outside of the ones in the Illyrian camps, but I’m willing to learn,” Cassian reassured.

“We all are,” Azriel added.

I sniffed and wiped at the few tears that escaped, “I guess we’re all experiencing this for the first time,” I said.

“I’ve at least held a baby before,” Mor said proudly.

“Before it burst into tears and reached back for its mother,” Rhys remarked with a smirk, earning a glare from the golden-haired beauty.

“Hey, I’ve held a baby before,” Cassian defended. “You forget, I’ve taught younglings how to fly. Sometimes that required holding them when they cried.”

“Your idea of holding a youngling included patting them on the back until they calmed and tossing them, sometimes in mid-air,” Azriel smoothly cut in.

“That happened once, and it was an accident!” Cassian barked.

“So, you dropped a baby in mid-air?” Mor asked.

Elain gasped in horror at the thought, causing Amren to burst out laughing and Nesta rolled her eyes as Cassian fumbled over his words to try and defend his actions. I squeezed Rhys’s hand as my heart swelled and his eyes met mine with an easy grin, his free hand coming to rest on my stomach—happy to finally be able to do so in front of everyone. I returned his grin when that familiar glimmer fluttered excitedly beneath his touch, our son happy and no doubt feeling right at home with his family.

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Notebook Shocker: Mafia!Kaminari x Quirkless!Fem!Reader

Bruh its like 6am. I started this at 1am. Idk how writers do it. im drained af and probably spelt shit wrong but thats what edits are foooor.

Mafia!Kaminari x Quirkless!Fem!Reader

Warnings: A lil torture, violence, and mafia stuffff

Plot : A certain mobster had caught you stealing

Word Count: 5.8k

“What do you mean….someone took it?” Deku groaned in annoyance, fiddling with a pen behind his desk. His green eyes scanned over Kaminari’s sheepish stance, “That notebook has a lot of intel, if that gets in the wrong hands I won’t know what I’m going to do to you,” Deku continued, a sharp glare adding to the threat.

“I know, I know! Don’t worry about it boss, I’m gonna get it back. I saw who took it,” Kaminari explained, “I just wanted to let you know, I can track her down. How far can a little girly get?” He grinned as he rubbed the back of his neck. He knew he pissed off Deku but in a way he wasn’t too concerned yet. He just had to get that notebook back, and that would mean having a little chase with the girl who he saw last night.

“I don’t care who has it or how you get it back. I want that notebook, and bring her too! I wanna know who’s after it,” Deku ordered before waving his hand to dismiss him.

Giving a small head bow, Kaminari excused himself to go save that notebook. He didn’t know what was in there, but he knew it had to be important to rile up his boss that much. Walking down the halls of the hideout, he quickly made his way to the dinning hall where he knew his friends would be. Not minding the few bodyguards who nodded his way, Kaminiari pushed open the tall doors to the grand room and smiled over to his pals, Kirishima and Mina. “Guys! I may or may not have gotten myself into a bit of a situation,” He chuckled and took a seat at one of the seats across from them.

“What did you get yourself into this time bro?” Kirishima smirked looking up from the playing cards as Mina also took interest in the conversation. “I lost the notebook, the one Deku wanted,” He started which had already caused a worried look onto the duo’s faces across from him.

“Dude not cool, that had all the intel on certain politicians,” Kirishima sat up straighter, “Yeah, wasn’t Deku going to use that to bribe one of them to fund us?” Mina added into which Kaminari froze up.

“Wait, that notebook? Why would he make me in charge of that? Why not Todoroki or Bakugo?” Kaminari whined realizing how much worse this situation was and put his head to the table letting out an annoyed groan.

“Because they aren’t here at the moment! Duh! He sent them to go do something else like a week ago? You’re so daft Kami!” Mina teased but she looked a little worried for her friend who was now toying with the dinning cloth on the table.

“Let’s go, Kaminari, I’ll help you,” Kirishima began, to which Kaminari lifted his head with a relieved grin,”Really? Aw you’re the best,” The blonde responded happily and stood up with hope in his eyes. He did not want to stall much longer knowing Deku would lose it if he was still here and not out looking for that book.

“Good luck guys! Just remember to stay low! Deku doesn’t want any more loud operations! He’s still fixing the last screw up,” She reminded them. The boys simply nodded giving her a quick goodbye before heading out quickly to their cars.

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Gripping onto the notebook tightly which you had stolen last night, you sat on your couch eyeing the cover of the simple black book. It was a simple job really, but something felt off. It was too simple. You weren’t a rookie when it came to stealing things, petty robbery and pickpocketing being your job after all, but you weren’t a professional. So why did someone like Shigaraki have you do a job for him.

He hadn’t even asked you himself. One of his henchmen had asked you if you were interested in a job.

“It’s a quick and easy task! Just pop right in and grab a notebook, that’s all we need,” The man who introduced himself as Mr. Compress explained. “We just need someone with not much background, someone who doesn’t look suspicious,” He added on when you had asked why they wanted someone like you to do the job when they had many capable people of their own. “We will pay half now, half later,” Was the final deal breaker.

Surely you could have refused something like this but when he had pulled out a few wads of cash, your eyes had grown big at the sight and agreed. He wasn’t lying about it being easy either. You dressed fairly casual that night and went to the location he gave you. It was a small apartment building tucked away at the end of the big city with not many people around either. It was perfect.

You managed to climb up the building’s fire escape and perched yourself carefully onto the railing of the outside door to the apartment number. The lights were out and it was silent as well. Quickly grabbing the lockpicks tool out from your back pocket, you made easy work of the sliding glass door before letting yourself inside the home.

“Whoever must live here must be whack,” Were the first words to leave your lips as you looked around at the decorations and trinkets.It wasn’t fairly messy but there was nothing that matched. It just looked like a collection of things spewed out here and there. Quickly getting to work, you started rummaging through the living room, but only found video games, weed, and instant meal packages here and there. Letting out a huff, you made your way to the bedroom and started pulling out drawers, digging through the closet, and finally lifting the bed sheets and mattress to the side to find a small black notebook tied to a shoebox.

“Found you,” You sighed in relief, “Was about to think you weren’t here,”. Untying it from the shoebox, you straightened yourself out before you heard the keys rattling and the doorknob jiggling from the front room. “Shit!” You cursed and quickly looked to his bedroom window. Rushing over to it, you unlocked it with a click, looking down to see that there was a little balcony below you.

“Hello?” You heard from the front room, a concerned male’s voice as footsteps got closer to the bedroom you didn’t have the time to think or look back as you made the decision to jump down, landing with a bit of a thud against the metal flooring before jumping down from that balcony as well. It was a lie to say it didn’t hurt the soles of your feet.

“Hey! Get back here girly!” Was all you heard from him before you took off running, the sound of something hitting the ground with a zap behind you causing the adrenaline to push you to run faster.

You hadn’t stopped running until you were met with a semi busy street, the nightlife letting you blend in with the crowd. You had managed to get the notebook and yourself out of there in one piece. It’s how you got here, back to your home unaware of the golden eyes that had trailed you back to your street.

Looking down at the notebook, you carefully opened it and skimmed through it, famous names and politicians you recognized with dirty secrets scribbled onto the side of the names. “Wow,” You breathed out before an uneasy feeling settled into your stomach. There was a lot in this book, a lot of information anyone in the deeper side of things would love to have. Yet here you were, something that could change a lot in the public's eye of view, resting in the palms of your hands. What made it worse was you were told to hold onto it till someone named Dabi was going to pick it up from you. Standing up, you looked around your apartment scanning for a place to hide this.

Deciding to put it into a cereal box for now, you went to go take a shower and call it for tonight. You were far too drained to do anything else but that.

The next few days you took it easy, leaving every now and then to get groceries or get a coffee at the nearby cafe, doing your best to keep an eye out on anything that would make you feel unsafe or alerted.

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“Come on Kami, you have to be sure,” Kirishima muttered as they stayed low in a stolen car, parked outside the apartments in which you lived. “I’m pretty sure that’s her, same hair, same face,” Kaminari eyed the building watching as you returned from the store again,”Clueless little thing huh? I don’t even recognize her from anywhere, she doesn’t even seem like the type to do anything like breaking into houses,” He spewed on watching as you swayed your hips up the stairs to your own little home,”She’s a cutie though,”

“Yeah, but that cutie has something important. You’re right though, I haven’t seen her around, wonder how she knew about the notebook,” Kirishima mused before grabbing his gun, making sure it was loaded just in case before cocking it,”You sure we need that?” Kaminari asked to which Kirishima looked up at the apartments through the window.

“I hope not, but we don’t know her quirk or if she’s even alone up there,” the redhead responded with hesitation. He didn’t want to hurt her, just scare her enough to get what they want. “But you know what you’re gonna have to do. I’m just here for backup, this is your mistake bro,” kaminari only huffed back at his friend but nodded. Getting out of the car, the duo quickly made their way up the stairs and to the door they saw you vanish through. Reaching for the doorknob, Kaminari gave it a small tug and to his disappointment it was locked. Giving a look to Kirishima, the blonde gave a nod before knocking on the door.

Hearing you scuffle behind the door, his chest felt like it was going to explode when he heard the soft and sweet,”Hello?” come from inside. “We got a delivery for you!” He responded. Kirishima nudged his shoulder giving him a questioning, ‘What the fuck?’ look but when they both heard the door unlock, then quickly focused back to it.

Wasting no time, Kaminari rushed in grabbing you by the arm, his other hand flying to your mouth as he gave you a stern warning look as Kirishima followed inside, closing the door behind him with his foot. Drawing the gun just in case, Kirishima eyed the apartment before looking back at you and Kaminari.

The blonde knew you were in shock, your eyes wide as if you were a deer in headlights but tears quickly prickled at the corners of your eyes as he saw you eye the gun. “Hey, hey, shhh don’t cry it’s okay. Don’t scream or struggle, he won’t use it I promise,” Kaminari cooed, keeping a tight hold of you regardless. Little zaps sprung from his fingertips to show you that while he was talking sweet, he wasn’t going to let you try anything. Walking backwards towards your couch, he slowly removed his hand from your mouth,”Please...don’t hurt me,” You whispered out as you looked up at them. Kaminari would’ve felt more bad if it weren’t for the fact that you had stolen the notebook he was supposed to be keeping. He had to admit though, your wide eyes looking up at him like that made him feel something in his chest.

“Won’t have to if you give back that notebook you stole, baby, just tell us where it is and it’ll make this much easier,” He said sweetly to you and pushed you into the couch, having you fall back onto the cushions. Looking down at you as you pushed yourself further into the couch to try and keep some distance from him had him smirk with a bit of pride. He may be relaxed with his friends but man oh man if he didn’t look scary when he wanted to.

“I don’t know what youre talking about,” You tried to play off, to his disliking. He really didn’t want to have to hurt such a pretty woman like you but damn it if you didn’t spill it out he’d be forced to.

“Lying isn’t pretty you know,” Kaminari cooly muttered before lifting his hand up,”Search for it,” He said over his shoulder to which Kirishima started to go through your things. “I saw you taking it from my home, going through a man’s bedroom isn’t nice,” he continued in a teasing tone as he lowered himself so he was perched on his heels so he could look straight at you. Taking his hand he placed it on your leg causing you to tense up with worry. Watching you eye him back with uncertainty, he only smiled back in return as he let a few sparks against your leg.

“What the fuck!” he watched you hiss and try to pull away from his hand to which he only gripped the top of your leg tighter,”Ah uh,” Kaminari chuckled, a twisted tone in his voice, “Come on now, I don’t wanna have to hurt you more. Just give us the notebook,” He pressed on trying to get you to spill it already, “I’ll give you a minute to tell me, if not I might have to fry a few nerves, and we wouldn’t want that would we baby girl?”

“Don’t call me that,” You spit back to his surprise. Fiesty one? Yeah he can dig that. “Don’t be so mean,” Kaminari uttered back in fake hurt as he shocked your leg with a little bit of a higher voltage watching as tears came to your eyes,”If you keep this up I’ll have no choice but to think you like this,” He teased and watched her as she gripped onto his own wrist trying to pry him off,”Let me go!” You cried out in frustration. Watching you struggle against his grip was cute but getting annoying, “Did you find it yet?” He shouted looking over his shoulder to try and find Kirishima who was currently digging around in your bedroom.

“Not yet,” his friend called back. Kaminari was about to reply when he felt something hard smash against his head as well as you crying out in pain at the same time. Letting go of his grip on you, he fell back with a “Oof”. Holding the side of his head, he looked up to see you had headbutted him and were now on your way of getting up towards the door. “Fuck,” Kaminari gritted his teeth and sprung up, being quick to grab you by your wrist and letting out a painful wave of shocks getting you to scream.

“Kaminari! The neighbors will hear!” He heard Kirishima yell at him causing him to grip onto her mouth, tugging her into the wall and pressing her stomach against the cool surface, “You know babe, I don’t usually get mad,” Kaminari whispered sweetly in your ear in a sickening tone, “But you’re really pushing it right now. Give it up or I’m going to show you how much I can really make you scream,”

Feeling you tense up and shake against him had the blonde tilted your head back to see terror in your eyes. If this notebook hadn’t been so important, he would have probably apologized right then and there.

“Cereal box,” He felt you mutter in his hand making him confused instantly. Removing his hand, Kaminari gave you a questioning look. “It’s...It’s in the coco puffs,” You sobbed out and he could tell you were trying to keep yourself calm through this. Looking over to Kirishima from across the room, he watched his friend hurry to the kitchen knowing they had limited time now that they made too much noise here. Digging through your cabinets, he watched his friend pull out a cereal box and spill the contents out, the notebook falling onto the counter, “There it is! Fuck there it is!” Kaminari laughed in relief while holding you between him and the wall,”See that wasn’t so hard? Who would’ve thought cereal was the answer?” He joked trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t know dude, but we need to get out of here now, the neighbors probably heard her scream,” Kirishima responded but was smiling as well. It was funny seeing that you hid it almost so well in a breakfast box.

“Please...let me go, you have everything you want,” Kaminari looked down to see you with pleading eyes and while he wished he could say they were done with you, he couldn’t. “It’s not that easy baby, you stole...from the mafia no less. That was stupidly brave but our boss isn’t happy,” He explained and when he saw the look on your face of hesitation and fear he tightened his grip on your arm, “Don’t do anything stupid, just cooperate, it’s gonna be fine,” He tried to reassure you but already he could see the defiance building up, “I don’t want to have to knock you out, just relax,”

“Here, blindfold her,” Kirishima reached over, handing over his headband knowing all too well how these things go. “No! I-” You began to try to fight back but Kaminari was quick to shock that out of you. “Kiri, hold her will you,” He muttered, taking the blindfold with one hand before gently pushing her to Kiri who grabbed both of her wrists and kept her sturdy. “Look just be good and we won’t have to hurt you any further,” Kirishima tried to reason with you looking down at your fearful expression before the black headband covered your red puffy eyes.

“One more thing, get her hands behind her back, I don’t trust her to behave in the car,” Kaminari requested and watched as you struggled a bit against his friend who pulled your hands behind your back. Taking off his own belt, he made a makeshift handcuffs and tightened them around your wrists,” Alright let's get going before we get caught, oh and baby, don’t scream when we get out there, I really don’t want to sedate you with my quirk,”

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After having the two strangers pull you out of the house quickly and get you to the car, you sat quietly in the back of the car, your heart and mind racing with thoughts and emotions. They had you blindfolded and your wrists tied up together making it difficult to calm down but at least they had the decency to buckle you up. “Hey, breathe, don’t hyperventilate,” You heard the blonde one suddenly say in the midst of the silence. That’s when you realized you really were breathing quick. “Fuck you…,” You mumble back and hear them both sigh a little as the car took off. “What’s your name then?” You heard the one named Kaminari speak again to which you only glared into your blindfold,”Gonna shock me if I don’t tell you?” You questioned back bitterly but hushed.

“Just tryna make conversation, make you feel a little better,” You heard him respond with a huff before the radio was turned on. You felt somewhat relieved when the music replaced the awkward silence in the car. ‘You just had to get greedy with the money offered and this is where you ended up’ You furiously thought to yourself. Listening to your kidnappers talk with the music in the background had somewhat calmed you down just a bit to start feeling the aftermath of the shocks. Your leg and arm felt tingly still and a headache started to grow from the headbutt earlier. You’re sure to have a bump there later.

Leaning against the seat of the car more, you shut your eyes and try to zone out to try and get a plan going. You hadn’t realized how much time went by before the car came to a slow and then a halt before hearing a gate screech open and for the car to move slowly forward, the tires sounding like they were on gravel as they stopped again.

“I’ll get here,” You heard Kaminari say to which the other man snorted,”Not like I was gonna. Here take the notebook too. I said I would help, but I’m not going to face Deku. I already got my ass yelled at a few weeks ago and I’m not getting further into this,” He stated.

“Fineee,” was all you heard before the car doors clicked shut and footsteps to your side opened the car. Feeling hands reach in and unbuckle you, you kept silent in fear as well as anger before he picked you up out the car and helped you over his shoulder,”I can walk!” You hissed.

“Yeah, so can I,” Was the only snarky response you got back as you were carried off. As you reached the inside of wherever you were, you could hear small talk here and there as well as doors opening and closing. You started to feel a bit more nervous with how many people you could hear. Your kidnapper remained eerily silent as well as if he himself was nervous himself.

“Bring her in here,” You heard a different voice call out as Kaminari made a sharp turn into a different path following the voice. After a few more seconds you felt colder as you were put down and pushed into a chair. “Hey-” You started but a quick shock silenced you right up as your arms were tugged out from the belt and a cold metallic material was wrapped around your wrists.

“Now come with me,” The new voice spoke again and the footsteps traveled out the room, a door swinging shut with a loud click afterwards. Now you were chained to something, in a cold room, with a blindfold still on.

“Hello?” You called out and after no response you leaned over getting your face close to your hands before tugging off the blindfold. “What the fuck is this,” You muttered out as light brought onto you a cool grey room with nothing but a table to where your hands were chained, the cahir you were currently sitting on, and a chair in front of you. Starring around, the solid blocked out door was the only way out and god knows how many people were on the other side.

“Don’t cry...don’t you dare cry,” You growl to yourself trying to keep composure as you stare at your hands in anger. Breathing in and out as best as you could to keep from crying you wanted to think of a way out of this but there weren’t any ideas popping in. You were just a small time quirkless thief, not some mafia enemy. You didn’t know how to deal with this.

The door clicked back open causing you to turn your head quickly back to it to watch Kaminari walk back in with a folder,”(Y/N)...such a pretty name! You should have told me earlier baby,” He said making you stiffen up in your seat eyeing him with a glare,” But you really should have said something about being quirkless, I would have gone easy on you,” He pouted over to you making you bare your teeth in disgust.

“Why? Being quirkless doesn’t make us weak,” You spit out in malice disgusted by his suggestion,”I stole that notebook from you without one,” You proudly stated in a matter of fact tone. “Mhm, yeah but look where that got you girly,” Kaminari shot back taking a seat across from you before looking through whatever file he had on you. Golden eyes locked back to yours and a chill went down your spine from the grin he had,”So missy, I see you actually have a fair share of robberies in your file. Well, this time you hit big money huh? Wanna share where you got that information on the little notebook?” He started.

Taking a small breathe, you knew you couldn’t give that away. Deep down you knew that wasn’t the best idea even if you were in this situation. If Shigaraki’s crew figured it out you told on them, you were most definitely dead. “Bite me,” You answered glaring back down at your hands not wanting to see what expression the man had.

“Maybe later, but right now I kind of need answers baby girl. See, the boss needs answers and he always gets what he needs,” Kaminari laughed lightly but you could tell he wasn’t too happy with your answer, “So lets try this again. Where did you get the information? Don’t make me shock a quirkless girly like you,”

“I’m not making you do anything, you’re just fucked up enough to be the villain of the situation here,” That line alone made the room feel even colder as you lifted your head to see Kaminari silently put the folder down. He was still smiling and you couldn’t help but want to scoot further away from him. The chair beneath him squeaked against the floor as he got up and made his way behind you. “I told you I’m really slow to anger right?” He muttered lowly without the smile leaving his face and you felt instant regret as he reached over, his chin over your shoulder as his arms trailed up your arm and made their way to your hands. Flipping them over he forced his hands into yours, holding onto them tightly.

“Fuck off,” You huffed trying to shake him off but before you could try to shake him off, a high voltage sparked through both of your hands and through your arms reaching the rest of your body. Screams ripped through your lungs and your back arched off the chair as the tears had flowed down your cheeks. He didn’t let up until he was sure you had learned the message, letting the shocks die down but didn’t move his hands. You went limp against the chair breathing heavily as sobs shook through you.

“Shhh, it’s okay. I’m only hurting you as much as you hurt me with your mean little opinions,” He whispered but something in his voice gave off a small hint of him liking this, “Now, who told you about the notebook?” he asked again his breath close to your ear, “And think hard about what you wanna say. If you wanna act tough, I’ll treat you like you’re tough. You can handle more can’t you babygirl? I’ll make it last longer next time,” He laughed into your ear before he licked the shell causing another shiver to go down your spine.

“You’re...an asshole,” You cried out trying to hold onto the thin string of bravery and confidence to get through this. You heard a dark chuckle from behind you before your mind went blank. A searing pain of shocks went throughout your whole body as your scream filled the room once more, trying to tug your hands away from him but to no luck he remained the stronger of you two. It felt like this would never end and that this pain was going to be with you forever. After what felt like hours, the shocks stopped as your mind went numb. Your eyes closed as they felt heavier and your body felt like it was being pricked over and over again with needles.

“Don’t pass out on me now, come on wake up!” You barely even heard his voice as the blonde squeezed your hands before he helped you sit back up against the chair,”man, I went a little overboard huh?” Chuckled filled the room as he gave light taps to your cheeks causing your eyes to open to look above you, golden honey pools hypnotizing you for a little. “Hey pretty baby, you back from your little high?” He joked before tears pooled down your cheeks again, afraid of what more he could do to you. “Just tell me okay? We don’t wanna be doing this all day and night do we?” He questioned with a smile as he took your hands again making your resolve snap.

“H-He..he told me he would pay me alot...I just wanted to pay bills,” You cried out breaking under the pressure and pain, wanting nothing more than to quit being a thief and just go home to curl up in bed, “Shhh, it’s okay. I get it, you just wanted to survive out in this cold world. Give me a name, I’ll make this all better,” he breathed out, his thumb on your right hand stroking the back of your hand trying to soothe you.

“His n-name is Mr. Compress. I really don’t know his name please...don’t shock me please, that’s all i know! He wanted the notebook and gave me your address that’s all! Please let me go,” You begged wanting nothing more than for this to be over.

“Good girl, there you go. It’s okay, that’s all I wanted,” Kaminari praised before letting go of your hands which you automatically tried to pull back to yourself, your palms red and starting to swell. “I’ll get you some water okay?” He hummed as he gave you a condescending pat to the head before leaving the room. You didn’t care for what he did, you felt so drained and your head just felt so heavy. Closing your eyes you finally gave out and slumped over the table, your breathing uneven.

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You felt like you were on a cloud surrounded by angels who covered you in their feathers. It felt like you could sink into that pleasurable feeling forever if it weren’t for the pain coursing through your hands. You didn’t want to move, you didn’t want to open your eyes. You didn’t want to be shocked-

You started to remember the moments before you had passed out and panic flung through your chest. You had to get up, assess what’s going on. Managing to open your eyes, you were met with a dimly lit room and soft fleece blankets all around and over you. Carefully sitting up you hissed in pain when your hands ached. Bringing them in front of you, white bandages were wrapped around your palms and fingers. Confusion hit you all at once as you looked up, the only light source coming into the room being from the ajar door. Squinting to try and see better throughout the room, dread filled you as you recognized your surroundings. This is where it all started. The room you took the notebook in.

Being quick to stand up, you felt woozy but the need to leave was greater than the need to sit down. Stumbling to the door, you swung it out and peeked out to see Kaminari sitting lazily on his couch, a ps4 controller in hand as he button mashed away. It was odd not seeing him in a suit, rather in shorts and a simple hoodie. Carefully stepping out, you looked to the front door trying to convince yourself to make a bolt for it. Taking in a small sturdy breath, you launched yourself out the room to try and get to the door but it seemed like your body had other plans. Wobbling forward you managed a few steps before your head pounded causing you to fall to your knees and groan.

“Careful! You’re probably still a little fried,” A voice came from above you and helped stand you up. The same golden eyes that had you crying and being shocked were now looking at you with worry. Dumbfounded by his expression, you let him lead you to his couch and sit you down,”You might want to take it easy for a while, you put up quite a fight in that room,” Kaminari chuckled to which you could only blink at him with confusion as to what was going on with the sudden flip of being nice.

“I want to go home,” Was what you finally managed to say after the two of you had stared at each other in silence. “Yeah...that’s not gonna happen baby girl. It’s a bit more complicated than that,” He responded with a small smile that had a sign of pity in it.

“What do you mean? I really just want to forget everything and go home, please,” You tried to argue to which he shrugged and sunk into the back of the couch getting comfortable again. Not bothering to look at you, he stared at the t.v ahead of him, “Well, there were three options on what to do with you. One, we could have killed you which I really didn’t want to do. Two, we could have released you but that would have left us open for an attack. Shigaraki’s side could have kidnapped you right after and tortured you again and killed you after for information about the book and us. Then this option. I could take you home with me, keep you safe and away from your own crimes and as well as us safe from others taking you for information. I took a liking to you, it would have felt a shame to kill a pretty babe like you,” He explained fully, before looking back at you. You felt horrified, looking back down at your hands to come up with something to say but you didn’t. You drew a blank. All you could think was that if you did leave, you’d have two mafia groups looking for your death/capturement but if you stayed, you would be forever locked away with this man who you know nothing of beside the fact that he works for the mafia.

“Hey, I know that’s a lot to take in, but I’m doing you a favor, keeping you here to stay alive. All you gotta do is listen to me, and we’ll both be happy. You can also call me Denki from now on, ‘Kay?” Kaminari hummed as he got up walking to his room and coming back with the soft blanket you were snuggled into earlier. Dropping it onto your head, he plopped down next to you.

“Denki?” You whispered out his name as you hugged the soft blanket around you for the comfort, “What...what am I supposed to do here?” You asked fearful of the answer looking at him as his eyes had a brighter shine than before.

“Just be a good girly and we will see what you can do,” He answered back and looked back to his game starting it back up, “You’ll make a cute little housewife or something. We’ll figure it out,”

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ginwhitlock · 4 years

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Southbound ch 1/ ch 2

After the Cullens leave her behind, Bella is left to pick up the pieces by herself. A year after her eighteenth birthday, a split second decision lands her in her truck, running far away from everything she has ever known. She decides to go south. What will she find in San Angelo, Texas?

One day I’m going to have to admit to my demise. The casket will be small and the rain will be pouring like it does everyday there. Charlie’s eyes will puff up like abandoned birthday party balloons in the desert heat-- and I will not be there to dry them. The church parking lot is gonna look like a high school reunion. A maze of junkers that never quite made it out of Forks, the high heels of my former friends swapped out for rain boots.

After a tearless goodbye from a pastor I never met and school acquaintances I never spoke to, the purple haze of my childhood bedroom will be packed into brown cardboard boxes. Like I didn’t live there at all. As if my mark on the world only existed in our-- my meadow.

I could feel the curl of dandelion weeds at my back pocket but refused to move an inch. His ochre eyes were spun as thick as honey as he laid beside my body. There was a gleam of something I couldn’t place in the part of his lips, but I returned the smile with my own. The press of cold flesh spread through my neck, down my spine, through my toes and into the mush under his shoes.

In the small blink of my lashes his form disappeared into the air.

The bed of wildflowers around me turned to ash before I could reach for him. All I could smell was nothing like the forest and everything like a bonfire left wild. The flames crawled towards me, my body refusing to budge in its wake. My head screamed to just MOVE.

My eyes opened to a blurry mass of nothing. Tears rolling down my cheeks, their path as uncertain as my whereabouts as I raised up on my elbows. They dried before I could wipe them away.

The pads of my fingers found the line of ancient stitching on the bench seat like a security blanket. My rapidly blinking eyes rolled around the cab in an untraceable pattern. The windows were clear and still, the leather beneath my backside warm to the touch. I could see my reflection in the silver lining the dashboard, the dark blanche underneath my eyelids clenched at my tired heart

There were no flowers. No meadow. No him.

Sitting up completely, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was carrying. The rushed exhale through my cracked lips brought my lungs to the dip of my ribs-- the familiar ache pulling the back of my skull taut.

Outside, the swell of Texas sun rises just beyond a gathering of trees. I can’t remember how I got here, the smell of asphalt long gone. Instead a dirt road lined my eyesight. It gave far too little clue to my immediate surroundings. Above me the sky was as clear as the south gets and the ground solid like beaten down gravel-- but no road signs. No mile markers.

I can’t even see behind the horizon.

The air in the cab became overcrowded with my fear, the push and pull of breath fogging up the chilled glass. I feel like a child left behind in a supermarket. Unreadable ques leading me farther and farther into the swamp of confusion.

My tires sat flat against the path, just beside it, as if I had just turned off to get some shut-eye. But why here? The middle of absolute nowhere? Had I learned nothing from the nomad with the hair like my forest fire?

My hand twisted the ignition before I could stray to the silver scar on my right wrist. It’s memory glinting in the corner of my mind.

All I can get out is the sputter of the motor, a failed attempt to rise the slumbering beast.

Another hard turn returns with the same groan.

I could feel the sweat start to slide down the expanse of my back in a winding trail. The salt water seeping into the flannel pushed up around my hips in a faux blanket. My palms slid around the wheel-- the leather close to splitting.

Me too, baby. Me too.

The door handle started to whisper to me. A stupid notion to leave the steel barrier hung onto the interior in flashing chrome.

I should've taken that damn cell phone Charlie tried to buy me last year. I could’ve at least called a tow. Maybe found out where in the hell I was-- but no. Who did I need to call back then? A boy who could pick out my heartbeat in a sea of a hundred exhausted teenagers? The press of my scent to his senses would’ve said everything I need to say anyway.

But now, no almost-not-quite-humans with super hearing as far as I could see.

The rusted-out Chevy felt more and more like a cage by the minute. A rushed push of the door frame threw my feet to the red dirt. A careful hand skimmed along the side of the truck as I followed the structure to the bed in a half-creep.

My ears were hypersensitive to the billow of wind blowing through the tops of the oak trees. The motion reminded me of the run on Edwar-- the creature’s back through the forest. Normally unwatchable to my dull eyes, but on his back I could see the restlessness of the air, the ever moving flight of dragonflies and underground wonders. Well up until I had the urge to puke.

I couldn’t say the sight of the wavering treeline didn’t give me the same feeling.

My entire body jumped nearly out of my skin at the sound of metal slapping something solid. My back clenched, the hair on the back of my nape sent sky-high.

“Down girl, it’s alright, no need to get all bug-eyed on me now.” A man’s voice came from a few feet behind me. My mind raced with the decision to face him or not. To see the person who would finally take me out. Or to lay down and leave the world not knowing the monster’s face.

A rough hand on my shoulder stops my thoughts in their measly tracks.

“You know,” A deep breath let out just behind me bounced off the metal of the truck back into my ear, “I don’t know many people that stray over to these parts real often. You must not be from around here, miss.” His hand turned my body to face him, the packed dirt underneath my sneakers scuffing into the silent air. My body felt as though it was under a spell. A rabbit held under the jaws of a coyote.

His smile caught me off guard.

It was no show off teeth, carnivore-sharp grin. It was a gentle pull of lips. A soft rose blush underneath the skin. The rest of his face was shadowed by the brim of a worn leather cowboy hat, his eyes masked slightly by it. Dragging my eyes down, I could almost feel the cotton of his button-up. It looked lovingly washed, as if it was worn for decades and not weeks. His Wranglers were in the same predicament. A smudge of what looked like motor oil stained into the crease of his knee, a rip could be easily seen by his ankles. And on his feet-- matching cowboy boots. The spurs had the same metal of his belt buckle in a vintage way, I could almost see him buying them as a set in some small town in the middle of Mexico.

“Sweetheart I know I’m good lookin’ and all but I did ask you a question a lil’ while ago…” He trailed off, his mouth set in a teasing upturn.

My eyes went wide, the fear lifting off my shoulders oddly by his tone. “I… Yes. You could say I’m not from around here.” The sentence tumbled out with a small thought of protecting myself. Keeping myself alive was first-- even if the apparent cowboy held himself like warm butter, quirked and sweet.

His brow lifted.

“You’re as closed off as a heifer in the dry season ya know that?”

His hand left my shoulder and held themselves up in mock surrender before placing them on his belt. His hip made contact with the side of the truck while starring me up and down. His eyes dragged up my fingers to my shoulder up to my lips and nose. My chest constricted with self consciousness.

The man in front of me rivaled every human boy I’ve ever met-- well man I’ve ever met. His legs, drawn out with a long line of denim, his shoulders square and broad. He looked older than He was, if anything he reminded me of Jasper.

The wavy blond hair peeking out of his hat, curling around his laid back collar. The stone corners of his shaded jaw. The slightly tanned skin, made from working fields I didn’t need to see. Even the fullness of his lips reminded me of the veteran vampire.

When his eyes landed on my own I realized-- he was waiting for me to speak again.

With a deep breath through the nose I managed to start, “I’ve been traveling from Fo-- the Pacific Northwest for a couple months. I got into Texas not too long ago.” A simple nod from his covered head prompted me to keep going, not commenting on my change of location. “I was just north of Lubbock last night. I woke up in my truck not long ago, but I’m not too sure where I am to be honest.” A low breath left my throat when I finished.

His stature straightened and I could now see how truly tall he was. He towered over me by a foot, almost. His mouth opened in a toothy smile and my brain clicked.

“Oh my god is this your land? I’m so sorry I didn’t know this was private land, my truck won’t start and I--” My ramble was suddenly cut off by a guttural laugh.

“Missy! You act like imma gonna what? You think imma skin your hide for wonderin’ onto this piece of dirt? C’mon now. Lemme getchu you somethin’ before you fall over dead.”

His back turned to me almost too fast. His form started to trek across to the treeline, his boots leaving indiscernible footprints into the rocky ground. I started to run to catch up and then stopped myself. Why would I follow this man? Did I have no self preservation? I didn’t even know him, no beachy waves or shiny belt buckle would be worth maybe dying over!

“Are you comin’ or what missy? I need to call my brother about your truck, so we gotta go to the house. It’s not far I promise.”, he yelled from the treeline, somehow persuading me to inch forward, heel to toe, towards him. My brain lost in the end, my pace quickening until I was right on his tail.

His neck turned to look me dead in the face, the shadow from his hat casting over the both of us for a moment. It was the most serious look I had seen on him in our short time together. It was almost soldier-like.

“I never asked.”

My eyebrows pinched together. “Asked what?”

“Your name, darlin’.” His face broke, smiling in a childish way, making it look like the simplest thing in the word.

My thoughts of self preservation long gone, I responded, “...Bella.”

His smile widened.

“Peter. Peter Whitlock.”

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lilyharvord · 4 years

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hi can you please make a fluffy fic with mare and her baby boy shade calore im begging you its for science 🥺

Who wants baby Barrow Calores? I do!!!!! So here is a fluffy lil fic. I can’t believe this didn’t devolve into angst. We got a lil bit, but it’s so fluffy I couldn’t handle ruining it. Enjoy children! (also no editing? This seems to be a theme of mine now)

@evangelineartemiasamos, @universegamer, @caven---malore, @mareshmallow, @marecal-trash, @marecalrandomstuff, @marecalforever, @scxrletguardsdawn, @redqueenetwork (yikes this isn’t exactly mission 4, but kind of? Mare’s surrounded by her friends/family) @turquoise-is-pretty (dont think I dont remember your post about them having babies), @redqueen-marecal-lover. Is anyone else here still? I feel like everyone left. ):

Gravity

He’s so small, that’s my first thought when the nurse finally hands him to me. My entire body trembles with exhaustion, and more than anything I just want to curl up and sleep.

Seeing that I probably will drop him if she lets me take his full weight, the nurse passes my hands and gently sets him on my chest, letting him rest there before I rest my hands on his back. His dark eyes are already open, looking around groggily at the world around him. My face is probably barely in focus, so I crane my neck, even though it sends a spike of pain down my back, and pulls on old scars. Softly, I brush my fingers along his full head of hair. Dark, more black than brown. That ruddy color to his cheeks is unmistakably red though. The entire time I had carried him, I had been uncertain how I would feel if he was a red like me. At least as a silver he would have been guaranteed an ability, and a chance to fit into our family. He wouldn’t have been an outsider among his own parents. Now though, the odds of him having that future have increased.

My heart already aches for a future that hasn’t even come to pass. Was this what it was going to be like? Always wishing something else had happened so that he wouldn’t have to suffer? I shift him slightly, and press a light kiss on his hairline, and a hot tear rolls down my nose to plop on his head. He registers the shift in his position with an almost imperceptible cry. Healthy, he was healthy though. That was all that mattered, after everything that had happened during my pregnancy, he was healthy. A small miracle in itself.

Countless months of blood transfusions to combat anemia, meeting Sara almost daily, and dealing with the constant fear that I would get into this hospital and give birth to something that would never breathe. It used to wake me in the middle of the night, gasping and sweating, reaching my hands out into the darkness for a baby that was being taken away from me. He was here now though, and a small part of me wishes he was back inside of me. I could protect him so much better if he was still there.

Cal’s hand on my neck brings me out of my thoughts, and I am surprised to feel rivers of tears running down my cheeks. I had forgotten he was next to me. His concern is in his brows, which are drawn together tightly. I give him a weak smile and then whisper, “I’m fine.”

HIs worry barely disappears, and he slowly rises from the chair. Swinging his leg he climbs on the bed with me, even though Sara had hissed at him not to do that early on. I immediately press into his side, soaking up the warmth that is there. Now that the emotional struggle is over, I feel cold. My hair is still wet with sweat, and there is a cold draft in the room somewhere. I wrap our son tighter in my arms, worried he’s cold as well.

Cal wraps an arm around me, and holds me closer to him, while his other hand reaches out for the baby between us. His hand hovers for a moment, as if he’s uncertain. I glance up at him, wondering what is making him hesitate. There is an emotion there that I don’t have a name for, but it is quickly replaced as he sets his hand on our son’s head. His thumb runs along the feathery hairs, and he whispers softly, “He’s beautiful, you did amazing.”

I laugh at his words, and he chuckles. This had been both of us, two cells coming together in the perfect combination. A one in a million chance. The odds had been stacked so high against us that I began to think there would never be a moment like this. Turning my head further to rest my forehead against his jaw, I whisper, “I’m exhausted, so guess who gets to do parenting duties for the first year while I take numerous naps?”

He laughs at my words, only to press a kiss against my temple and say, “Anything you need, I live to serve you.”

Between us, our son yawns, opening his mouth wide enough to reveal two pinks gums. He closes his eyes and his head lolls back. Cal catches it with his hand, and gently guides it back to my chest while I lay back among the pillows. I try to keep my breathing even so that he doesn’t shift more than he needs to.

We both watch him breathe for a few minutes, and I count every single inhale and exhale, adding them to the strange tally of firsts I am keeping in my head. “I name this one right?” I eventually ask in the silence, my thumb caressing his little back as he sleeps. Cal tilts his head to the side, his lips pulling up in a smile as he says, “Are you inferring that you will do this again? Because just an hour ago you were breaking my hand and screaming that you were going to kill me, in very colorful terms. I think Sara blushed once or twice.”

“Heat of the moment,” I defend, with an awkward laugh, and he gives me a knowing smile. Shifting to face me on the bed, he watches my hands for a moment and then says, “You can name them all if you want.”

“That’s not fair. I’ll name him, and you can name the next one. When we have it, ten years from now.”

He throws his head back and laughs, before reaching a hand out and pushing the hairs sticking to my neck and chest behind my ear. His fingers trail along my cheek, and for a moment I am awed that he can love me when I look like this. My throat still hurts from screaming, and I know that I hardly look like the woman that he had rolled around with in the sheets nine months ago. I had thought that as soon as my son left my body it would at least go back to being semi-normal, but even through the sheets I can see that some of that pudge is still there. It might never go away. I remembered Farley bemoaning it for months after Clara.

“I have never seen you smile like you did when you heard him cry for the first time.” Cal admits, his expression whimsical as he reaches out again to touch our son’s back. He trails his fingers along his arm and softly touches his hand, his fingers closing around that tiny fist.

It’s like watching the moon orbit a planet. Gravity pulls both of us into him, just as it had done from the moment he became something tangible with the first kick.

Someone shouts outside of the door, shattering the stillness of the moment, and my head snaps up, my fingers curling around my son as I pull him tighter to my chest and away from Cal’s hand. His eyes snap to the door, the room increasing in temperature as I watch his shoulders roll into a defensive stance. So protective already, it’s not like I am any different though. I was ready to die for this baby the moment I felt him move in me for the first time.

I catch a few words that are exchanged outside and relax before saying, “It’s just Bree.”

Sure enough, the door opens and both of my brothers almost fall into the room. I can’t help but smile as they manage to right themselves, and almost knock Gisa over when she tries to slide between them. She glides past them and into the room, carrying a bottle of something that I vaguely recognize as champagne. She holds it up and says, “Dad has the glasses.”

“We’re drinking already? The kid isn’t even an hour old.” Bree states as he pushes Tramy away and walks to the foot of the bed. I eye them both, a growl almost rising up in my throat. They were two large animals at the best of times, and my son was still so small. They catch sight of my expression, and Bree blushes to the tips of his ears before saying, “What?”

“You two need to keep a radius of ten miles from that baby,” My mother announces as she appears at Bree’s shoulder. She moves past them, apparently not sensing my hackles rising. She edges past Gisa and presses a kiss to my hair saying, “You did so well! Seventeen hours is good, I was in labor with Bree for almost a day and half.”

“That’s because his fat head got stuck.” Tramy teases.

I shy away from my mother a little bit, when she leans closer to see the baby, and almost press into Cal, who has shifted again to face the rest of the room. His eyes scan my family, and like me, he seems to be assess all of the risks. More people means it’s easier for something to happen that we can’t prevent. I have no idea what I am so cautious all of the sudden though. This is my family, they would never do anything to hurt this baby.

“You guys are smothering her, give Mare room to breathe,” Gisa demands as she sets the bottle down and returns to the door to help my dad. He enters almost silently, carrying a small box of mismatches glasses. His presence seems to finally bring quiet. I relax just slightly, as he comes to the side of the bed with my mother, and says, “These people, we had to smuggle this in here.”

“Probably for good reason,” Farley says in the doorway. I relax even further when I see her. Farley would understand what I was feeling right now. There is a squeal from near her legs though, and a second later, Clara pops into existence at the foot of the bed. I tense and pull away from her as she crawls up the bed, her bubbly laugh escaping as she says, “Can I see the baby aunt Mare?”

I almost scramble back and climb up the wall to keep her away from him. She pauses near my hip, her face falling and her eyes widening as the space between us crackles with electricity and the air picks up the scent of ozone. The room immediately goes silent, and the tension is enough to make my heart pound. I glance around hesitantly at all of them, before saying hoarsely, “He’s so small...” and so delicate goes unsaid. Cal wraps his arm around me again, sensing my need for a place to hide, and pulls me closer to him as I lean into his support.

My mother finally seems to catch onto the mood, and she slowly pulls Clara back before saying tenderly, “Of course he is sweetheart, it’s okay though.”

“They’re like little bouncy balls, they take hits that you’d be surprised by.” Farley assures as well, as she pulls Clara closer to her near the foot of the bed and whispers something in her ear. She puckers her lips and looks at me before saying, “You promised I could hold the baby.”

“I bet Cal hasn’t even held him yet, and he probably wants to hold his baby.” Farley says softly to Clara who glares at her mother and says, “Aunt Mare didn’t promise him, she promised me.”

“But you are the cousin, and that is their baby.” She admonishes, and rolls her eyes in my direction before saying, “Aren’t you excited? This is what you have to look forward to.”

I crack a small smile, and sit up a little straighter. The room shifts and relaxes in response to me. Gisa looks around the room before saying, “You know we had to draw straws to get in here? Ella, and Rafe, and Tyton are waiting in the lobby area, and being so impatient.”

“They can wait a little while,” I whisper, as I search the hallway. My family is here, but I haven’t seen Julian. Then again, Sara was probably keeping him in the waiting room for a little bit to keep the room from getting too crowded. And I know Anabel is here. She had written to me a month ago, asking hesitantly if it would be uncomfortable and unwished, for her to come. It had taken me a few days to craft a response, but I had told her if she wished to brave my family then she would be welcome. She was a part of this baby family as much as my parents were. Besides, it wasn’t every day that someone became a great grandmother. Maybe with the Silvers it was common, but among the reds, even my parents living to see two grandchildren was a surprise.

The room is practically filled to the brim without them though. Clara edges closer to me while I look away, and this time I don’t pull away from her when she sticks her head around my arm. She puckers her lips and then says with disgust, “It looks like an ugly tomato.”

“Clara,” my mother admonishes, as she reaches for her. I laugh at her words though, and smiling down at her I say, “Well you looked like a tomato too when you were born.”

She looks up at me and with narrowed eyes and says, “Did not.”

“Did to, I remember, and Cal does too.” I say as I glance at him. He blushes for a second, when I put him on the spot. Clara looks over her shoulder at her mother and asks horrified, “I looked like a tomato?”

“Yes, but the best tomato at the market.” Farley teases, even though her eyes glint at me. We both remember that day very differently. I remember a storm and a little white pill, and she remembers excruciating pain and then inexplicable relief.

“Walking down memory lane is great and all, but does this little guy have a name? That champagne is getting warm while we sit here talking.” Bree asks, his brows bouncing as he teases. Clara climbs up onto her knees, and using my shoulder to support herself, she looks down at my son and says, “She looks like a Arianna.”

“She is a he, so I’m afraid that is not going to work,” Cal teases her, and Clara’s mouth falls open in horror. She looks between the two of us before saying, “You guys had a boy? You were supposed to have a girl! I can’t play with a boy!”

Cal laughs, and I smile as I reach up to tuck one of Clara’s blonde curls behind her ear. “You wont be playing with him for a few years anyway.”

“Come on then, don’t keep us in suspense, what’s his name?” Tramy asks, while he starts drumming his hands on the end of the bed in a drumroll. I twist my lips at him only to admit softly, “I... never thought of one.”

“Then Cal gets to name him.” Bree reasons, and next to me Cal shrugs before saying, “Next one.”

“Oh good. It won’t be Tibarias then, because that’s an unfortunate name.” Bree snickers as he replies, and Cal’s face drops into mock annoyance. I can’t help laughing as well though. It has been years since anyone has bothered to call him that, and I know a part of him still smarts when they do, but for the most part he can laugh it off.

I glance down at my son again who has opened his eyes with all the noise, and shifting. He blinks up at me, his eyes the color of dark honey. My heart aches for a moment as I think about that, and I trace his cheek as I follow that train of thought. I had tried to not think about my brother during this whole thing. He should have been in this room with us, teasing me and nipping at Cal. He was here though, in Clara, and in my memory of him. I chew on my lower lip for a moment, trying to keep the tears at bay as I think about that. I don’t need Bree to tease me about my emotions again.

Cal’s forehead presses to my temple and he whispers, “Tell me.”

I turn my head slowly and whisper it into his ear. When I pull back, I watch his face for a moment. His expression goes distant, and sad, before he turns to me and asks, “Are you sure?”

I nod, and even though my heart feels like it’s breaking all over again, it’s not in pain. This feels like breaking something down to build it back up again. To build something stronger and better than before. The future was already changing, and my son will not have to go to war, and he will not have to face the trials that I did. He wont have to make the impossible decisions that Cal made, or face the same horrors that Farley did.

I turn back to my family and smiling, open my mouth to tell them exactly my thoughts, but my mother holds her hands out and shouts, “Wait! Not yet! We toast to the name. Bree get the glasses.”

My brother squeezes by my dad and with Gisa’s help starts pouring the champagne. Someone else appears in the doorway and I spot Sara carrying a small bundle in her arms. She glances around at everyone, and Julian is suddenly next to her, saying, “Goodness, it’s packed in here.”

“Unfortunately, I have enough family for everyone.” I say, and Sara smiles before edging around to Cal’s side. She gives him a smile and then says, “We had to go grab your gift from Julian’s office where he left it.” She offers up the blanket in her arms, and I smile as she unfolds it and helps me wrap my son in it. He grabs a tiny fistful of it in response, and I lean back among the blankets.

The glasses are passed around, and I even take one, with a tease from Tramy to watch my tolerance after months of not drinking. Surrounded by all of them, I glance at Cal, who tips his head to me and says, “You did all the hard work, you get to make the announcement.”

I draw the tip of my tongue along my lips. I have never been one for standing up and making speeches, but for my son, I will try to keep my voice from wobbling. I raise my glass slowly and say, “To Shade Barrow Calore, may you always know your family loves you and stands by you, and may you enjoy the future we are building for you, my darling.”

Farley’s intake of breath is soft as I utter his name, but still she smiles at me, as she raises her glass to answer the toast, and says softly, her words almost breaking, “To Shade Barrow Calore, happy birthday.” She brings her glass to her lips and takes a sip, hugging Clara close to her as she does.

The rest of my family raises their glasses, echoing her words. My mother has to clear her throat before saying it, and she has tears in her eyes as she does. They fall as she takes her sip, but she still leans down and presses another kiss to my hair.

Bree clears his throat and speaks to break the mood in the room, “It’s certainly better than Tibarias.”

That brings a true laugh from everyone, even Cal who leans close to me and whispers, “Easier to spell too.”

I chuckle as I press a kiss to his lips, tasting the champagne as I do. He pulls back slightly while the rest of our family finally finds each other more interesting to give us this moment. He reaches up to wipe my tears away and says, “You know that wherever he is right now, he’s puffing his chest out because you named your son after him.”

“He wouldn’t have shut up about it if he was here.” I answer, and I am surprised that I can laugh a little bit about that comment. Maybe I will be able to laugh more about Shade in the future. My son will carry his name on, and will hopefully heal whatever part of me is still bruised and aching over my brother.

Between us, Shade lets out a little sigh and grabs at my shirt with needing hands. Smiling down at him, I give him my finger to hold onto. He has a surprisingly strong grip, and I marvel at that, and at him. He was going to grow so fast, and I know instantly that these will be the moments I miss. For now though, I will try to not think about the future, or the past too much. I’ll let this moment own my full attention. I’ll let gravity do all the work and pull me closer and closer to my son.

#red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #broken throne #post broken throne #what do you mean the fandom is dead?#Bitch i'm still here #I aint leaving until they kick me out #also #i am one hundred percent here for an obnoxious barrow family #you cannot stop me from making up my own family traditions #dont worry they toasted to clara at some point too #also shade barrow is up in heaven defintely talking everyone's ear off about the fact that his nephew is named after him #(*ask lily*)#(*shut up lily*)#(*lily fills in the gaps after broken throne*)#that epilogue left me with so much space to work #I appreciate it queen v #mare barrow #shade barrow calore #(he can only be shade barrow calore)#drop the barrow and I will hunt you down #cal calore #the entire barrow clan plus one #they're family is fucking massive now #I love it #surround Cal with a family big enough to dog pile him #he deserves it #anyway

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Free Writing

Okay, yea, during the games announcement and during my college class time, I had my creative writing go wild, and these are some writing pieces I’ve thought up of. Enjoy!

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Writings no. 1

I glanced around the room, until I stop at my desk. There sat a yellow and red toned apple, the size of a magic 8 ball.

“Hello, what’re you doing here?” I ask aloud. Walking over, I pick it up. The skin felt cool and smooth again at my fingertips.

Hang on. Who put this here? I didn’t even grab one of these when I went to the dining hall. Did Mia put this here?

“Hey Mia!”

“Yea, Charlie?”

“Did you leave this apple in my room?” I turned just as she walked in.

Her teal eyes darted to the object in my hand. Shaking her head, all that spilled from the ratel-hybrid’s lips was, “Nope. Wasn’t me.”

The way her ears tilted to and fro, and eyebrows curled in a confused manner confirmed it.

“Then what the hell-?”

“Beats me, Dude.” She shrugs.

Meanwhile, watching through his ornate mirror, Vil Schoenheit watched the exchange between the two girls. He clenched his hands into fists as he sees Charlie stuff the apple into her bag.

“Let’s go walk around the courtyard till class starts.” The other girl, Mia, requested.

“Sure. Let’s go.” Charlie smiled, and grabbing her bag, fled from the room with the ratel. The mirror warped back to how it was as the scene faded.

“Blast it all! She didn’t bite into it like I hoped!” Vil muttered under his breath. Pacing around his chambers, he let his thoughts fly. “Well, it’s only a matter of time. Besides, it’s in her possession now....and soon will she be, too.” A sly smirk swept onto his lips.

Gaining ahold of his hand mirror, the glass’ reflection wavered and Vil’s face changed into that of Charlotte’s. The latter was smiling and laughing at something Mia said.

“Oh my dearest Charlotte. Very soon, your beauty will be mine for the taking. Enjoy your freedom, little dove. Before you know it, there’ll be no escape from my gilded birdcage of beauty!”

Writings no. 2

The doors clicked open, and I barely managed to slip through the space it made. I quickly sprinted for the staircase as fast as I could with the sandaled feet. My heart kept hammering in my chest. Was it the adrenaline? Maybe fear? Or pure excitement? I couldn’t tell over these black starting to creep in to the corners of my vision.

“I have to hurry! He’s gonna catch me!” I panicked. The skirt of my gown fluttered against my legs as I hiked up the skirts in order to run faster. If Vil saw me now, he’d be screaming like a banshee at my actions. But he wasn’t here, and I was in a fight to save myself and the others.

I heard a whisper behind me, and out from a cloud of mist, Grim was floating at the same pace I ran.

“You do realize you’re acting like a victim in a horror movie now, right?”

“Not now, Grim!” I spat.

“Hey, I’m just pointing out facts.” He shrugs nonchalantly.

“I gotta find an empty room to hide in until I can get a clear plan going!” I mutter, ignoring him for the time being.

Nothing in the hall so far. But I’ve still got to keep my hopes up.

Writings no. 3

Pushing open the door lightly, I bolt into the empty room. My jaw drops at the sight.

Furniture overturned, smashed windows and shredded curtains, ruined decor littered the entire room. Walls were scratched up and broken. Shit, don’t tell me that’s blood on the floor!

Covering my mouth, I survey the damage that is now the Heartslabyul dorm. If this was what Nerine, Morganna and Xander had done to this place, I’d hate to see how the others turned out.

Crap! The guys! What happened?! I don’t know what I’d do if they died. Just the thought of seeing their lifeless bodies brought tears to my eyes.

“Charlie!”

Wait...that voice... please tell me-

“Where are you?!”

ACE!!!

I smiled when I saw him run through the door with Trey, Deuce, Cater and Riddle in tow. They’re all here! And safe!

“Guys...” I smile, fumbling forward, the tears finally coming down.

Ace was the first to catch me in a hug. I felt small drops on my shoulder, and fierce mutterings of ‘you’re alive!’.

I felt more weight when the others decided to join in on the hug, and Riddle placed a warm hand on my shoulder for reassurance.

Writings No. 4

The entire place was pitch black. Forcing down the ball of spit in my throat with force, I try to keep calm as I walk forward.

A chilled breath runs along my neck. I yelp and swing back around. No one. Brushing a lock of hair behind my ear, I turn back forward.

My footfalls creek with the old floorboards the more I move. So much for trying to be stealthy.

A Shriek resounds.

Okay scratch that, I can’t stay calm!

I tried to scream, until two gentle but firm hands grab me by the forearms, dragging me into the shadows.

One hand clamps down on my mouth, to stop my voice from slipping.

“Charlie, it’s me!”

Oh my fucking God. HIM???

My eyes dart to the side, and all I see are Lilia’s blood irises.

“mmmmm?! (Lilia?!)” I shriek, despite my voice being muffled with his hand.

“Well who else? Mal-Mal? Uh, no! You’re lucky that I saved you before something else did!” He retorted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“Mmmm mmm thmmm mmmmrm?!” (Where are the others?!)

“Don’t worry, they’re safe. Mal sent me to find you before trouble sparked up!”

Little too late for that, Lil. I’ve yet to find Vil, Leona, and Riddle! Now that Morganna has the vice heads locked up, who knows where she might be on the hunt for us.

He seemed to send my distress, thankfully, and releases me from his hold.

I shook my head rapidly, “I’m fine!” Fine?! Really?! Why’d I choose that word over something else?!

“Now Charlotte, you know better than to lie to me.” He teased. Damnit.

With nothing else, I spilled the beans.

“Well, that’s certainly not good.”

No shit, Sherlock!

“We have to warn Malleus and the other leads. I’ve managed to locate only half of them.”

“I’ll go with you to find the others before Morganna does.” Without resisting, I agree and we run for it.

(Note, these next three include songs. Links are listed underneath. Two are actual songs I know by heart, the last is inspiration from a certain musical)

Writings no. 5

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=oavr9Bj94Vk

Sighing, I clasp the golden pendant around my neck. The cool metal warms up in my palm. The melody of the music box gently tings out the tune. Without missing a beat I lull out,

A gentle breeze from Hush-a-bye Mountain

Softly blows o’er Lullaby Bay.

It fills the sails of boats that are waiting

Waiting to sail your worries away.

The faint memory of my mother singing that same song to me as a child was embrazened within my mind. Her touch...her voice...Her smile...her warmth.....

It isn’t far to Hush-a-bye Mountain and

Your boat waits down by the key.

The winds of night so softly are sighing

Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.

Epel snuggles into me, grasping what warmth I’m emanating from my body. His tears have long since dried and he closes his eyes.

So close your eyes on Hush-a-bye Mountain

Wave goodbye to cares of the day!

Enclosing my own arms around his fragile body, the melody turns into an orchestra of strings and winds. I felt their haunting song play and resound through the hollow air, filling the dead space with a symphony of soothing tones. I held him close to my heart, letting the song lull his soul to sleep.

And watch your boat from Hush-a-bye Mountain

Sail far away from Lullaby Bay.

His breathing grows slow and soon, soundlessly, he succumbs you sleep.

Writings no. 6

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6D8tPJEyqbI

Walking down the dim halls, my thoughts grew bleak. And yet they keep going back to the same symbol that was embedded in the key, the same key which led to the mirror and matched my necklace.

Am I more connected to this world and what’s led on? Is the headmaster hiding something for me that I shouldn’t know of? Whatever the reason, I’ve yet to know... and I’ll find out for myself if no one’s going to help me!

Without thinking, I start to sing an old tune. A song about a poor wayfaring stranger going back home through so much turmoil and danger, but only for a lifetime of happiness back home.

The stranger and I are the same. We’re trying to find our way back, and will do everything to do so, even suffering ordeals, physically and mentally alike. But there’s a dividing line. Between my world and the one I’m trapped in.

I pass by a mirror and stop. I see my reflection: my dark locks were down, a Dutch braid framed my forehead keeping any stray hairs out of sight. My skin glowed under the candle light, giving off a warm beige halo of health. Pink lips in a soft pout. Yellow-brown eyes vibrantly shined through the golden-yellow glow of fire, and tiny freckles lined the apples of my cheeks.

“Charlotte...” I froze. That’s the same voice that called to me when I first found the mirror.

I started to shake, goosebumps prickled my arms and I felt a shiver go down my spine as I back away slowly. No...not again...anything but that!

I was a good few feet away when I bolted down the hall, never once turning back, the feeling of eyes on my figure continued to prolong.

Writings no. 7

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=PkB7hfC8aYM

Weeping silently, I let the tears fall into my hands.

Riddle’s words kept stabbing at my heart like daggers. I could only recall his cold stare before he left with a swish of his cape.

Despite Trey and the others trying to comfort me, all I wanted was to be alone. They left, regarding my wish.

Why was I always like this? Why was I the one to take the fall? Why?

“Poor Lotte.” “Poor sweet Little Lotte.” Two voices rang out. I gasp sharply and turn to where the voices sang creepily. And involuntary shutter flew down my back. I shivered. The atmosphere felt so...eerie now....

“She’s got a very serious problem, doesn’t she, brother?” One sang and a hum followed in agreement.

“If only-” “-there were something-” “-we could do!” “But there is something....!” The voices kept bouncing left and right. My tears have dried as I kept trying to pinpoint where they were coming from. I scanned the area. Not another person was in sight.

“Who’s there? Who are you?” I call out in the darkness. I was getting a bit tired and pissed now. “I’m not in the mood for games! Now show yourselves!”

Suddenly from out of the shadows, two identical figures had appeared. They wore the same attire, yet while one was done up perfectly, the other was partially loose fitting. What set them apart more were their looks. Teal hair with a dark strand framing either the left or right of their faces. An earring with three blue stones were worn on the same sides. The two possessed heterochromia iridium. One eye a dark beige, the other a gleaming yellow.

The Leech Twins, Floyd and Jade.

“There’s no need to be hostile.” Jade spoke, smiling lightly.

“We know someone who can help you.” Floyd picked up, showing off sharp teeth in a sly grin.

I back up slightly, my hips hitting a chair, my eyes never leaving them. Yet when I blink, they’re gone. I whip my head behind to see where they’re at.

Then there was an arm around my waist.

I shriek and throw my hand back in a backhanded fist, praying for a clean strike. But got caught midair. By another, white-gloved hand.

“Someone who can help you find what you’ve lost long ago.” Cold lips were on my wrist and pointed teeth gently scratch the surface. I held my breath. Shut my eyes in paranoia.

The same feel of gloved hands take ahold of my other hand, lips gently trace the back.

“Just think of it,” they blended as one. “You and your family....reunited....forever....”

My eyes open, staring at one spot. “I-I don’t really understand.” Why with the stuttering, Charlie?!

“Azul...has extraordinary powers.” A voice coaxes on my right.

My eyes widen at that name. “Your...your lead?!” Riddle told off nearly all the dorm leaders (or more in his case every last one of them) that he can’t stand as soon as he took me in. Then again, he’s always like this.... telling ordering me constantly NEVER go join them. Especially Diasomnia’s.

But he’s not here! Yet...why do I still feel hesitant...?

Oh for the love of god, am I seriously letting that midget’s words get the better of my decisions?! He’s not the boss of me!!

“But that’s...I couldn’t possibly....”

“NO!” I scream, ripping myself away. My heartbeat shot up tenfold when the space was extended. “Doing that would be like selling my soul to a demon! I just couldn’t!” Burying my face in my hands, the tears sprung up again.

They seemed to sense my distress. “Very well.” Jade shrugged one shoulder in surrender. “It was just a suggestion.” Floyd finished. With a small bow and tip of the hat, they slipped back into the shadows.

When I felt they had left, I let my hands fall, but now there was a mirror, tall enough for a self portrait. I see my reflection: tear tracks lined down my cheeks, eyes red and hair ruffled. At least I didn’t look like a complete mess.

My eyes trail down to the necklace. Trey had given me a cleaning cloth for my pendant, to always keep it shiny.

Just one look sent me to my thoughts on my aunt.

Aunt Sam...Mom and Dad...I wonder how they’re doing.

Fuck it. I may or may not regret it, but at this point, what other choice is there?

Without thinking, I blurt out, “Wait a minute!”

“Yes?” I could’ve sworn I saw their eyes glow in the darkness.

Looking them dead on, the only thing that left my lips was what sealed my fate: “When’s the soonest I can see him?”

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That’s what I’ve got 😅. And long story short: Mia was another potential OC of mine alongside Charlie. She’s in Savanaclaw, and a Ratel-Hybrid. I dunno if I should bring her into the fam...

#free write #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #vil schoenheit #mia uzaki #grim #ace trappola #trey clover #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #lilia vanrouge #epel felmier #night raven college #jade leech #floyd leech #charlie luchessi

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